My grandmother moved in with my parents after she had an amputation and could not take care of herself. At the time the doctors did not think she would make it another year. Boy were they wrong. She lived for another 9 years with my parents. Although she entered the hospital with serious illnesses throughout the years, and each time we were told she would not come home again, she would rebound and get better.

In 1998, she was hospitalized with fluid on the lungs. Three days later I was admitted to the same hospital for a major back surgery. Before I was admitted I visited her. She was weak, but I had every reason to believe that she would be OK. I told her I would see her as soon as I could move around some after my operation. She gave me a kiss and hug and told me she loved me, and I reciprocated.

Later that morning I had my operation. Some time during the operation, while I was under anethesia, she came to visit me. I remember her saying, "I love you, but I am about to cross over to heaven. I have been given a few minutes to spend with you before I go." I don't remember everything we talked about, but she did say once she finished her visiting in heaven, her spirit would be alowed to come back and visit the family from time to time.

When I woke up, I looked over and saw my sister sitting at my bedside waiting for me to wake. She was sitting there fairly calm, but obviously trying to think of the words to tell me that granny had died. Before she could tell me, I told her I already knew that granny passed. I remember telling my sister this and falling back to sleep. When I woke up again she was gone, and the next few days were a blurr to me. You must remember I was on large amounts of narcotics and in extreme pain, so it was a long time before I could talk to her about this. It turns out my grandmother died almost exactly half way through my surgery, and because my surgery took almost 3 times as long as it was supposes to, she was waiting in the recovery room for me a long time, so no one else could have told me.

It was a very personal "visit" so I only told my sister enough to make her believe my story. My grandma told me who was with her when she died, and what happened around her after she died. This was something I could not know, and ultimately was my proof to the family of granny's visit.