Mom was widowed in 1982. My best friend, my hero, my mentor, my Dad had passed away. I thought my world would come to an end. I was barely 20 at the time. But Mom, Mom’s world did come crashing down. She had to move from the home that she and Dad shared, as it was a tenant house on a horse farm near Lexington, KY. She purchased a trailer, and my brothers, our wives and I moved her. We were always watching over her, and doing everything that we could to tend to her every need. But Mom was a very independent, country lady. And she insisted on doing most things herself, and did. She eventually moved from the Lexington area, and bought another trailer in the same small town where one of my brothers and his family, and I and my family lived. But that didn’t mean that she was any less independent. Mom always seemed to watch over her son’s as much as her son’s tried to watch over her. She had a “dream” one night that she described as being more like a vision. She said she was walking down this long, beautiful, ornate hallway that was white and beautifully lit. She was with a few more people that she felt were family or close friends. But she couldn’t remember who they were. She saw a shadow move along the ceiling that caught her eye. The shadow seemed to take the form of a donkey’s head, then back to just a shadow. It then moved down the wall and began to take the form of a man standing by this very large doorway at the end of the hall. As she got closer, she could see that the man was Jesus. She said that she felt that she would love to get close to him, and talk to him. But felt that she would never be able to get close. At that moment, she said that Jesus began to walk towards her. When He reached her, he was very large. He bent over and picked her up, as if she was a small child, and held her in His arms. She had said that she remembered being extremely happy and peaceful, and wanted to stay right there with Him. He then told her that she couldn’t stay, and that it wasn’t time for her yet. And as He put her down, she awoke. The years slowly rolled by, and took their toll as they always do. Mom began to lose track of things, and it progressively got worse. She finally fell ill, and was unable to live on her own any longer. My wife, daughter, and I finally talked her into moving into our house with us, as we had plenty of room for her and all of her belongings. She seemed to like it there with us, and said on many occasions that it was nice to be in a house full of life again. She did miss having her own home tremendously though. The years progressed, and Mom got worse. She took a couple of falls, but had come back fairly quickly, as is her way. But then one morning, she fell hard in her bedroom. I came running, and my wife and daughter as well. We couldn’t find any outward problems, but she was complaining about her knee hurting very badly. The doctor at the ER said that she had definitely injured her knee, and was going to have to stay off of it for a while. When she arrived back home, she was bed bound. My wife, daughter and I worked day and night watching over her, and tending to her needs. I helped her with her meals, and any drinks that she wanted. She absolutely loved RC Cola. She was not progressing very well at all, and only seemed to get worse. It was like she was giving up. At 86, I guess she certainly had a right to. But we weren’t ready to give up on her, so we worked even harder. They were going to start therapy, in an attempt to get her up and back on her feet, but were unable to do so due to the pain she was in. The doctor’s office made home visits, but to no avail. They had said that there just wasn’t much they could do. While taking her dinner one evening, I was sitting the table by her bed up so that I could give her bites of soup by spoon, when she asked me; “Can you see that?” “See what?” I asked. “It’s so beautiful!” she said. Again I asked “What?” as I turned to see what she was looking at. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling of her bedroom. As my gaze followed hers, she said “Well, they closed the hole!” Not quite knowing what she was talking about I just said that I hadn’t seen anything but the ceiling. But as I turned away to finish setting things up, she said again; “There it is! Oh, isn’t it beautiful!” Again I turned to see what she was looking at, but again as soon as I did she said, “Well they closed the hole again.” Feeling that she may have just been pulling my leg, as she sometime joked with me, I continued to spoon her a few bites of soup while we talked. A couple of evenings later, my daughter told her mother and I that she had heard Grandma say something, and went in to see if there was something that she needed. She said that Grandma was waving one hand in the air, while looking up at the ceiling and smiling and saying; “I can fly now, hallelujah I can fly!” The next evening, I was again taking her dinner to her, when she looked at the ceiling again and said; “It’s the most beautiful sight that I’ve ever seen.” At that point, I asked; “Mom, is God letting you see a little bit of Heaven?” At this point she would hardly look right at us when she talked to us, but she turned, looked straight at me and said; “Yes! He is!”, and smiled a very sweet smile. The next day while my wife and I tended to her, she was looking at the ceiling again, and said: “They’re reaching for me.” I asked if she could tell me who they were, and she said they look familiar, and that one was her mother. She had talked several times during this period about having visions of her Mother and her Father. She also had continuing visions of a tall gentleman, very well dressed, wearing what she described to me to be a derby hat. She would always see him in our kitchen and dining room area, and she said that he made her uncomfortable. I would check the areas that she said that she had seen him, but to no avail. Mom passed away on 08-Apr-2013, with her family at her bedside praying for her. The vision or dream that Momma had seen many years ago came to my mind, especially the part where Jesus had told her that it wasn’t time for her yet. Then I thought about the visions of heaven that she said the Lord was allowing her to see came to mind, and I thought; “I guess it was finally time.” My daughter was having a very hard time with her passing, and I took her into Momma’s old bedroom, and sat her down. I then told her that this room is very special. She asked why, and I told her that the morning that her Grandma passed away, the gates of heaven was “Right There”, as I pointed towards the ceiling that Mom had stared at so many times and described the beautiful sights she was seeing. Momma truly went home, and was at that very moment in the arms of Jesus. We thanked Almighty God for the time that He allowed her to be with us, and for the memories that we had together. But most of all, I thanked Him for the assurance through Momma’s visions that heaven is in fact very close, and waiting for us.