Driving down to see my grandmother on her deathbed in 1996. It was not easy as I was recieving shots of chemotherapy for a health problem that came in the aftermath of a miscarriage. But, MomMom helped to raise three Kraft kids and memories of her chasing us with a broom when we were bad brought me to Philly that day. I used to run just for the fun of it, her rarely catching us.When I arrived at the hospital, Mom Mom asked me to pray for her. This was out of character for her because she was particularly fiesty with me. We had a "love/not love" relationship. I gave her a lot of flack when I was growing up. But, she was my source of comfort when Mom was working. "Lord will you please have Mom Mom ask Jesus into her heart?" I prayed. I wasn't so sure that she had prayed that particular prayer, though she was familiar with saying the phrase "Jesus, Mary and Joseph " quite frequently. I'm sure that she needed that extra surge of strength to watch over her three rapscallion grandkids in her fifties. She liked to say that the "divil" was in us, though, that might seem sacrilegious to some, it was simply a term of endearment to her. The Irish have their ways of blessing and cursing all in the same breath. Anyway, after praying with MomMom that day, I drove back home to take care of my own growing family. I must add at this point that I was going through a faith crisis myself at the time. I was figuratively, "shaking my fist" at God for some heavy losses that I was in the middle of experiencing. He seemed far away from me and I raged at the heavens in my grief. What you need to know is that I was raised with a Catholic deep reverence for the heavenly Father and raging at him was bound to bring lightening bolts and fire from heaven reigning down on my head. The next day, Mom called to tell me that MomMom had passed. Her intestines were shot and her body just gave in to old age. She told me one of the nurses came into check with MomMom. He came into check the morphine drip, make sure that she was comfortable and turned to say "God bless you" as he left. Mom said, "God bless you." He turned to my grandmother, "Mary, would you like to accept Christ as your savior?" My grandmother nodded yes. Mom told me the rest of the story with the peace of heaven in her voice. After MomMom prayed with this "man" to be saved, she passed onto her celestial home. My mom asked around the nursing home if anyone knew where she could find the kind nurse to thank him. No one knew of him or had ever seen him. Have you seen your angels?