tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post6667577948867769114..comments2024-01-20T11:00:24.232-06:00Comments on ~michellependergrass.com: 12:26~michelle pendergrasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04963999375035588206noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-69328623376484034922010-01-11T09:45:37.532-06:002010-01-11T09:45:37.532-06:00Wow, I would love for my last moments to have have...Wow, I would love for my last moments to have have my grandaughter sing to me, and kiss my forehead. So peaceful. God prepared your heart, and let you know it by giving you this vision- and this time. Such a great story.Carringtonhttp://www.capribythelake.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-60764310113137055872008-10-07T05:45:00.000-05:002008-10-07T05:45:00.000-05:00Read this back when you'd posted, only now able to...Read this back when you'd posted, only now able to reply. Amazing story. Life is weird like that, numbers weaving through everything. Not a big numerology fan, but sometimes you have to wonder. More so, it seems you were given, among many, a blessing, to know the time (if at least close to it), and in a way gave you something else to think about, something to make the moment.. don't know. Which I guess is the point. Anf again, sorry for the loss of your grandma, which in the end is what it's all about - or more properly, her life.Daniel G. Keohanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03384842120569729261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-64358133766388813622008-09-27T14:05:00.000-05:002008-09-27T14:05:00.000-05:00Oh Michelle, what a sweet, sad story. I hope you ...Oh Michelle, what a sweet, sad story. I hope you felt blessed to be the one with your grandma as she walked into eternity. What a special moment.Shelly Wildmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18366214414205646931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-54016219241614586042008-09-24T17:04:00.000-05:002008-09-24T17:04:00.000-05:00Other day, not night. Ya know what I mean.Other day, not night. Ya know what I mean.Ginhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04890919521209520815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-9553938406389900942008-09-24T17:03:00.000-05:002008-09-24T17:03:00.000-05:00Oh, Michelle. I was so moved as you told us about ...Oh, Michelle. I was so moved as you told us about this on the phone the other night. We prayed for you. We missed you, but it's obvious why you had to be home, isn't it?<BR/>That is such a sweet memory to keep with you every day until you see her again.Ginhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04890919521209520815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-40352859187673617282008-09-24T10:07:00.000-05:002008-09-24T10:07:00.000-05:00Michelle:Like everyone else, I was very moved by y...Michelle:<BR/><BR/>Like everyone else, I was very moved by your account. I envy you being there to sing to her when she passed. My father died alone, and I *knew* he was gone before I got the phone call. You know the story of my mother's death, so I'll not repeat it here.<BR/><BR/>"Let There be Peace on Earth" was played at both my parents' funerals, and I cannot hear that song -- or even think of it -- without losing it and surrender to tears. It is quite possibly the most beautiful hymn ever written. Both my parents loved it.<BR/><BR/>You're not alone in the "gift" you have. I think all of us, in one form or another, possess this ability to know when something has happened to someone whom we love deeply. I am one of those people who fervently believe that *everything* is connected, and some of those connections -- especially those of the heart and spirit -- are stronger--or at least more stubborn--than others.<BR/><BR/>You're not alone. And your grandmother--God bless her courage and her battered but never beaten soul--knows now as much as ever how deeply you loved her.<BR/><BR/>You're not alone.Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05332516290121028943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-42515588895958376782008-09-24T08:36:00.000-05:002008-09-24T08:36:00.000-05:00I am just amazed at the way things happened. Than...I am just amazed at the way things happened. Thank you all for your support, hugs, and prayers. It means a lot more than you know.~michelle pendergrasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04963999375035588206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-23229631731993888632008-09-23T18:27:00.000-05:002008-09-23T18:27:00.000-05:00just a hug :(just a hug :(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-30338247409846127772008-09-23T18:16:00.000-05:002008-09-23T18:16:00.000-05:00I have no words, Michelle. I'm so sorry for your ...I have no words, Michelle. I'm so sorry for your loss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-34343090367317175452008-09-23T14:04:00.000-05:002008-09-23T14:04:00.000-05:00What a blessing your Baba was to you...and what a ...What a blessing your Baba was to you...and what a blessing you were to your Baba.One Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04585579465129309511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-69059958765606399902008-09-23T13:39:00.000-05:002008-09-23T13:39:00.000-05:00Your grandmother could not have asked for a more l...Your grandmother could not have asked for a more loving, comforting way to be escorted into the arms of Jesus.<BR/><BR/>I'm not a crier, but you got me.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13986383262052720185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13008741.post-41379137357419620862008-09-23T13:19:00.000-05:002008-09-23T13:19:00.000-05:00Michelle, I cried all the way through this. Your ...Michelle, I cried all the way through this. Your singing to her as she passed was the sweetest thing I've heard. Hugs to you.<BR/><BR/>HeatherHeatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507827795285803768noreply@blogger.com