My great grandmother became terminally ill by August of 1999. She had recently celebrated her 95th birthday and we were all grateful that she had lived long enough for us to have one last celebration with her. Sadly, the last two months of her life were spent in intolerable pain. She became highly delirious and had completely lost awareness of her surroundings. Because I was only eleven at the time, my parents did not want me to see her in such a miserable state.
My grandmother would often reflect on her memories of my grandfather for consolation during times of distress. My grandfather's name was Norman White and he sadly passed away in July of 1987. He died while in the hospital from heart failure at the age of fifty two. The night before my grandmother went to visit my great grandmother for the last time, she was alone in her bedroom and had reached out to her late husband, requesting his presence during such a difficult time. Nobody else was available to go with her, so she asked my grandfather. Just so she would not have to go alone.
By the time my grandmother made it to the nursing home, she stood beside my great grandmother as she lay in bed in an extremely confused state. It was fairly late at night; the dark ambiance and the dimly lit room provided a far more somber environment. My great grandmother painstakingly tried to speak, yet in her delirious state, every word she uttered was completely unintelligible.
As my grandmother continued to stand beside the bed, my great grandmother, without warning, turned her head towards my grandmother and clearly said "Oh, hi Norm"! That was always how she addressed my grandfather throughout the thirty years she had known him. My great grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep the following night. Upon hearing this story for the first time, I surmised that my grandfather had appeared in order to escort her to the afterlife.