Grandmother
S. had a major hemorrhage years before this incident occurred. She
drove herself to the hospital and collapsed into their care and was
later told they had never seen anyone lose so much blood and
live! She must have felt that she simply must live to raise her
four young children. She was now a single parent, and for a single
woman it was even harder in those days than it is now, which, by the
way, was circa 1930, during the Depression.
But she never
seemed to regain her strength, and even my memory of her those many
years later as a grandchild is of her unusual pallor. She was a
strong-willed woman, the matriarch of her family, however, and she
always managed to do exceedingly well what life asked of her.
There came a
day [when her kids were a-few-to-several years old] when she literally could not raise herself off the bed.
Something was very wrong and she felt she was dying. One of her
sons was with her -- I do not know what his age was. But he was quite
young, maybe around 5 - 7 years old or even younger.
As she lay
there, she had lost all hope she was going to live. But in that
desperate moment, both she and her son heard a Voice, out loud, as if
from the very air, say to her, "Your life has been restored to
you."
She lived
another productive 40 years, raising four fine kids and enjoying her
grandkids into young adulthood.
