I posted about a month back how my grandma was suffering and dying in hospice. Well, the Lord took her last night. Her death couldn’t have been more peaceful or beautiful. She died having received last rites and surrounded by close family that loved her. We started to say the glorious mysteries on the Rosary all the while holding her hands and by the 4th decade her breathing slowed and then stopped. Her death was more like God waiting for the opportune moment to take her home than it was her dying merely by natural causes. By the time I had arrived, she had passed away within an hour. If I had gone to work that night I would have missed saying goodbye to her. I consider it to be a wonderful miracle of God and I want to thank you all for your prayers of intercession. For awhile I had doubted that God had heard your prayers. Now I realize I should have had more faith in God’s goodness. Thank you all. Thank you God!!!
Glad to hear that your Grandma went so peacefully. You have a new intercessor in heaven now, I’m sure. I’ll remember her at Mass today and pray for the repose of her soul.
I remember your post requesting prayers for your Grandmother. I am very sorry for your loss and I hope you find great consolation in her peaceful and very holy passing. You can have great confidence that your Grandmother is with Jesus. When a week or two has passed set her to work with your prayers and remember to talk to her often, she is listening and very close to you as are all those who sleep in Christ.
Thank you both for your words of encouragement. Yes, I have no doubt she went straight to heaven. The Lord knows she endured her purgatory here on earth the last few years. You know what though? She suffered with holy resignation to God’s will. Never once did she blame God. She just continued to pray her rosary, intercede for others and trust God. I believe we all have a saint now in heaven that will benefit the world with her powerful intercession. Although I know she’s in heaven, I’m still frightened and tormented by the thought of never being able to see and talk with her again in this life. I just don’t want to think about it because the implications are too upsetting. When I go to sleep is when it’s the toughest. Alone with my thoughts, I think of grandma and cry.
In my prayers