I have to accept that Salem was stopped in her tracks, because God knew there may have been more storms, where she could have been headed, again. HE called HIS child home while she was resting safely in his arms. HE saved her and pulled her up out of the black hole, that Satan so many times had her drowning in. Satan had tried to swallow her whole, but the Almighty hand of God reached down and pulled her to safety as Salem acknowledged HIS grace and mercy. A lost sheep was brought back to pasture. I miss my daughter more than I can express in words. I know many parents out there have lost a child at different ages with different circumstances that know the pain. I pray that God consoles each one of us that feel that tear trickling down our cheeks at the most unexpected times, stemming from the memories that re-surface and take us to our knees time and again. To all of those who awaken to a soaked pillow case and the stark quiet of an empty room, you are not alone. God watches over us both day and night. HIS son is on HIS right... and my child is in the LIGHT! I praise GOD, that HE did not call my daughter HOME until HE allowed Salem, to open her heart to HIM, again just... IN THE KNICK OF TIME...