I died when I was 8 years old. I drowned...

If my father hadn't pulled me out of the water I would have stayed dead. Just before I blacked out, I saw the most beautiful light coming through the water. A light so bright and full of love it made me forget about death. Years went by and I forgot about the light. Things changed, I got older. People I loved saw their light. And I eventually saw mine again.

This is the story of my light. The Light Through the Water