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eBook by Susanna L. Hargreaves
eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Some people search their whole lives for proof in the existence of something beyond this world. What would you do if you had proof? Are you really ready for it?
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2012

I often wondered if there is anything beyond this world. I got my answer on the night my grandmother died. One chilly evening in November just after dinner, we were called to the hospital to bid my frail and rapidly deteriorating sweet grandmother a family farewell. We were all there, assembled in unity, around her stark white hospital bed. My mother, Aunt Melissa, two brothers and cousin quietly smiled with sad eyes knowing this was something we would have to get through together. A part of me was comforted that she would no longer be in pain, but another part was deeply saddened to know she would be gone forever. We each knew it was just a matter of time.
The nurse reassured us that she was in no pain, was unaware of her surroundings, and completely unresponsive. She was barely a whisper of anything left with all the tubes and fuss, yet a part of me believed she could hear us telling her how much we loved her, and how now it was okay to go to heaven and be with Grampy, my father, and the rest of the family. Having not eaten or spoken in over a week, she looked so gray and listless. No, she looked nothing like the vibrant woman I knew and loved. She was almost gone. The only thing that let me know she was alive was that her hand felt warm.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I squeezed my grandmother's hand. Tenderly, and ever so gently, I bent down to kiss her cheek. "Goodbye Grandma," was all I could whisper. When I released her hand, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed with a desperate gasp. This rather startled me, but I felt relieved to know she was aware of my presence. However, I cannot comprehend where her strength came from, for she was so emaciated, weak and dying.
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