We were sitting there around her bed, Uncle Jesse, Aunt Gladys, Alma, Mark,Jr. and I. Mama had been pretty much comatose for a couple of hours, barely responding to anything. And never fully comprehensible in anything she said. In earlier days, she would hear things in the bedside conversations that would shake her from her withdrawn state and she would ask, “What?” or “Who?” but today there was none of that. Just watching the ceiling sometimes, following an unseen object that seemed to be moving from one area of the room to a far corner. Sometimes she would have a small smile, sometimes a puzzled look. We were letting her rest and the conversation between the five of us was gentle. Sweet. Memories and concern and the sorrow of what we were seeing wrapped us in an easy camaraderie where time seemed to stand still..
Suddenly, without warning, Mama opened her eyes, her face awash with glorious joy. She lifted both arms towards Heaven and made beckoning motions with her hands. And as clear as a bell, no mumbling, no stumbling, no trailing off, she said, “Oh! Here’s my Sweetie! When did you get back? Come here! I love you!” And then, just as quickly, she returned to her comatose state, but a look of puzzlement would sometimes fleet across her face like, “What was that about?” It was an incredibly Holy moment and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
This evening, she is still in that state, where it feels like one foot is on earth and one in Heaven. She is seemingly less and less aware of this old world, and is sleeping more and more. One of us local siblings is usually with her. Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren come in and out. We give drinks of ice water, and spoon a little bit of food in — if she allows us to. These hard days are times of Grace and Glory–as well as the sadness that is part of every waking moment.
Surrounded by love, held tight in the prayers, secure in the eyes of The Father, we rest.
And my heart gives grateful praise
Delaware Grammy 
What a neat experience. It seems that when people are near death, they go back and forth between both worlds. Love and prayers.
What a precious memory that will be for you.
Oh, What a precious moment . So glad you were there to witness .!
One of many treasures you are receiving in these days. You are blessed beyond measure.
Christina and I are praying for you. We are still feeling the void of my mother who passed in December to glory
Powerful. A vision of her husband? Very touching.