A boy was talking to his grandmother about death. The grandmother told the little boy that she was ready for her death and she would go quietly, peacefully and that she was ready to go. The little boy was shocked. He told his grandmother he wanted her to fight for life and to not give up the fight! He felt profound sadness that she would just “give up”. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t fight.

So the Grandmother decided to demonstrate her beliefs to her grandson. She told him to hold onto the chair with all his might and no matter how much he was pulled, to not get off the chair. He lasted in the chair for a good 10 minutes. The grandmother and the boy’s brothers tried with all their might to pull him off the chair.

Finally… exhausted, he was pulled from the chair and landed on the ground with a loud thud like he was shot from a slingshot. He had some bruises, some scrapes, and a bumped head… but he had lasted longer then anyone expected and put up a good fight.

Then she asked him to get back into the chair. This time she told him when he was pulled to just ease into her arms.

He did.

And then she asked him which felt better? He said the later of course. The first time just hurt him and those around him by prolonging suffering. A peaceful gentle exit was much more comfortable for all those involved.

The little boy finally understood.

My family is clinging to this story as my Grandmother faces her imminent death. My grandmother is exiting this life with peace, grace and tranquility. She’s slowly slipping away… gently easing into the arms of her Heavenly Father.

My grandmother is no longer talking. She is no longer able to move, talk, or open her eyes. Hopefully she is feeling no pain.

I love you Grandma. I will miss you terribly. Go in peace.

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