Every morning, the first thing I did was to check Jack's page for an update; the most recent one was encouraging. When I read this morning, I sobbed tears of disbelief and pain; as I type this, I'm crying again. This was absolutely needless!

This morning, I was angry because I was in pain - angry not only at AA but at God, Whom I had been so certain would not return Jack to Karen only to take him back. This afternoon, I see more clearly: God was merciful in letting Jack come back to Karen long enough to know that Karen cares and loves him; long enough to let her say good-bye. His last days on Earth, while uncomfortable, were far, far better than if he'd not been found, had been left to languish, unnoticed, in that ceiling. God was merciful after all; our prayers for his return were answered. God has His own reasons, and our faith tells us to accept that.

Jack is now gloriously alive, absolutely healthy, and blissfully happy. One day, he *will* be reunited with Karen, and that reunion will be forever.