I'm sorry you had to see your grandfather that way. I know my last image of my grandmother on this earth was in the hospital, and all I wanted to do was get away. I was in Phoenix when my grandfather passed away, but I knew it was coming; I'd seen him at Christmas, and he was very thin and very sick (though he was still on his feet).

However...God gave me a wonderful gift a few years ago. I had a dream that I was...well, I believe, I truly believe I was allowed a glimpse of Heaven. I saw them both, younger than I ever knew them. My grandmother was working at a counter of some sort, distributing what looked like pans of food--and she was moving faster than I ever remember seeing her move, even when I was little. She was talking to everyone, knew their names, had a smile for everyone, looked like she was having an absolute blast. No one else knew I was there--it was as if they couldn't see me--until my grandpa walked in. He was so young...he looked right at me, shocked to see me. "Well, honey," he said, "what are you doing here?" He asked me if I was hungry and said he'd try and fix me something for breakfast...

It was amazing. I still miss them so very, very much, but I know I'll see them again.

My prayer is that God will bless you with peace, and give you joy that can only come from Him.