My own grandmother lay still in her coma as I thanked her profusely for all the joy she had brought to my life. Now, I had thought that there was no one home listening to my tribute. But, she began to stir, lifted her head from her pillow and rasped the words mustering all her waning strength, “I..... love.....you!” I was in shock, and extremely grateful to her, and God. Bob.
Awsome story. YHWH is good to us.