In 1972 I was 14. My Great Grandmother had always been in my life and I had spent many nights with her.
She had been ill for many months. in and out of the hospital. That summer she was in a nursing home and I would spend many days with her. She said, just knowing I was there brought her comfort.
One afternoon I was sitting in her room while she slept. At one point she became very still and silent. I thought she must be sleeping so soundly and tried not to wake her. It seemed like a long afternoon but she suddenly awoke and said, "I've been on a bridge and on the other side is the most beautiful garden full of flowers I've never seen and colors I can't discribe."
At that moment I just knew that she had been dead that afternoon and had seen a glimpse of Heaven. She seemed peaceful after that. I just knew she would not be with us much longer.
A few days later she passed away. I believe that she entered that beautiful garden. Telling this story brings tears to my eyes but I believe I will see my sweet Granny one day and that beautiful garden.