Walking around Fremont Park this evening, I was stunned to see actual evidence of the rapture. Some dude emerging from the park's restroom dissolved into a glowing ethereal light and drifted heavenward. Don't believe me? I have proof:
My mother experienced her own kind of rapture last night: my sisters, niece and I threw her a birthday party outside in the balmy Sacramento air. 76 years old. Sis made mom's favorite: carrot cake. A good family party - just what the lady asked for.
Always a pleasure to bring a little rapture to my mother's life.
