She heard a faint sound of crying. It continued. Thinking it was coming from her son, she went to his bedroom, but she discovered he was sound asleep and resting peacefully. Returning to the kitchen, she still heard the crying. She checked in the rest of the house and outside for its source. There were no sounds except where she was in the kitchen. Then a minute later, she received a text message from Russ, my son at the hospital, sitting beside his grandmother who had just breathed her last breath. "Grannie just passed away".
Sarah was startled and could only conclude that in passing, her grandmother had made a visit to console her and made it known that she would miss my daughter, who loved her dearly. I was taken back. Perhaps God had sent her a message, because Sarah's grandmother was a devout worhipper of Him and the message could have been "Please join the faith and be with me in the Kingdom of God."
We are far from having the answers to all things. This is one of them. There is no denying that it happened. My mother was a teacher and a mother until she could no longer be one. She desired her whole family to share the same faith she so dearly loved and trusted.

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