Helen

Driving into work very early this morning. The moon was in a hazy sky and there was a red ring around the moon. I remember a moon like that from back when I was a child and visiting my mother. My brothers and I were looking out a window and the moon was blood red (I was more dramatic back then). My mother stood behind us and leaned over us to see the moon and she told us a story about the moon that I don't recall. I can recall the warmth of her body as it pressed against us.

For some reason my mind then goes to my Grandmother as she was dying. My Aunt Rita told me that she curled around her Mother, much like a mother does to a child, spooning her, cradling her. She was holding her as my Grandma was dying. Rita said that in her last moment that Grandma smiled and a tear rolled down her cheek.

My Grandma was a woman who always loved Jesus. She didn't preach but she always answered questions, even those questions from an argumentative teenager who thought she knew everything, she answered all my questions with peace. I don't know how else to explain it othan than to say, with peace.

I can see both her and Rita curled on that bed and I can see Jesus and His angels coming to meet my Grandmother and take her home. That's why my Grandma smiled and why a tear rolled down her cheek, she was seeing our Lord.