Grandma was happy to finally receive the answers to her prayers. As an incredibly intelligent woman, who had her full faculties up to the day that she died, she was acutely aware of her surroundings in the nursing home that she lived in. As she watched each of her friends disappear, and lost the few people around her that were capable of having conversations; she decided that she would not live to be 100 like her sister. She didn't want to have that, and as anyone who really knew grandma, once she made up her mind there was no stopping her. Grandma went on her own terms, quietly (with the help of morphene) and only after all of her family came to her side to be with her... all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Then nine days later, Grandmother must have visited her sister Catherine and told her that it was time. No one had even told Cassie that Grandma had passed away, because she had dimensia and couldn't remember anything that you told her. For 100 years Cassie was as healthy as a horse, never sick, ate like a truck driver for someone so small, and then suddenly takes a turn the day of her sisters funeral. I still don't know if I believe in a life after death, but I can't ignore the coincidences and the strength of my grandmother to reach between worlds and take her sister with her.