Goodbye, Grandma J.

When I went to see my grandmother, she simply lay as if asleep, though her breathing was labored. I read to her, knowing the 'ears are the last to go' as they say... scriptures, some that would be familiar, some that were about the ending of life and the hope of heaven. Talked with the cousins who were also there, so many of us coming by and going all this past week.

When it was time to go I could *see* her spirit flickering around her body, I *knew* there was another Presence in the room, waiting to see her Home. It was not a surprise, to hear she had passed away later that night, after everyone had said their goodbyes. My almost-grandfather had finally quietly told her it was 'okay to go.' She died within an hour of being given this gift, his permission to leave.

Spent today sorting family pictures with my aunt and mom, putting together something for her service this coming week. It's sad, but at the same time, it's *okay*... We will miss her, but I *will* see her again, and this is the best gift of all.