I’m not particularly religious (not in the conventional sense of going to church and such) but I think God has sent me an abject lesson in faith.
My wife’s grandmother died late last night at 96. Her health had been slowly failing for years, and she’d outlived every MD’s expectations. She was mostly aware and alert up until a few hours before her death.
She told one of her grandkids that her son had visited her earlier in the day and told her the next time he came back, he’d be taking her home.
(You see this coming, don’t you?)
Her son died of cancer in 1998.
