Hello my name is Kristen and I am 16. When I was 13 or 14 years old I went to IL. to see my grandmother in the hospital when she had a very bad stroke. I was there for a couple weeks and on the day before Mother's Day I had a dream that scared me at first.

My grandmother was sitting next to me in her downstairs room. She told me that she was leaving the world now and that she wanted me to help the family out to let her go so she can rest in Peace. When I woke in the evening on Mother's Day my Mother came up to the room mad told me my Grandmother had past away. I got out of the bed and ran into her arms and cried. For I didn't know what to do. I didn't tell her about my dream for I thought it was nothing. It was hard to deal with my Grandmother's death because I never got to say goodbye to her.

Then later that day the dream came to me again this time when I was in my GrandmotherŐs room with my favorite Uncle Richey. He didn't want to let her go. He thought the hospital could bring her back. I told him about my dream and told him she is always there for him and will watch over all of her children and Grand-children.

As the day worn on I help with everyone else telling them of my dream and they all hugged me and told me thank you for helping us. At my Grandmother's funeral I cried but I knew she was there with me helping me let her go to a better place.

Thank you for letting me tell my story.