Please say a prayer
for the soul of my Grandmother, Natalia-Elena. She died last night (early morning in Romania), probably in her sleep. She died 7 years, almost to the day, after Grandpa Ioan.
Three days before, she had a vision. My Mom was with her, and she says that Grandma suddenly looked scared. She was staring at the icon, and she kept saying, 'no.' This happened several times, at intervals of 2-3 minutes. Afterwards, my Mom asked her what she'd seen, and she said she saw an angel. Mom insisted: a luminous one, or a dark one? Grandma said he was luminous. Still, I'm troubled by the fact that she was scared. I hope it was only the scare of the unknown. She didn't want to die, even though she was extremely frail, and had been bed-ridden for the past 6 months. I hope she was at peace when she crossed over.
She and Grandpa raised me from a wee bundle of joy, until I was ready to go to school, and afterwards I spent most of my summer holidays with them. I have a thousand memories of being loved and cherished and nurtured by them. Of Grandpa staying for hours in line so he could buy difficult to find food items for me (in communist Romania, lots of items were in this category). One time, he managed to find candy canes - I will never know where! Of Grandma cooking me all my favorites, and inventing some more. Of both of them telling me stories and singing me songs. I will miss them as long as I live. I hope they are together now in a good and loving place.
Three days before, she had a vision. My Mom was with her, and she says that Grandma suddenly looked scared. She was staring at the icon, and she kept saying, 'no.' This happened several times, at intervals of 2-3 minutes. Afterwards, my Mom asked her what she'd seen, and she said she saw an angel. Mom insisted: a luminous one, or a dark one? Grandma said he was luminous. Still, I'm troubled by the fact that she was scared. I hope it was only the scare of the unknown. She didn't want to die, even though she was extremely frail, and had been bed-ridden for the past 6 months. I hope she was at peace when she crossed over.
She and Grandpa raised me from a wee bundle of joy, until I was ready to go to school, and afterwards I spent most of my summer holidays with them. I have a thousand memories of being loved and cherished and nurtured by them. Of Grandpa staying for hours in line so he could buy difficult to find food items for me (in communist Romania, lots of items were in this category). One time, he managed to find candy canes - I will never know where! Of Grandma cooking me all my favorites, and inventing some more. Of both of them telling me stories and singing me songs. I will miss them as long as I live. I hope they are together now in a good and loving place.