In 1989, my dear mother had a severe stroke.  The doctor informed the family that we should prepare for her funeral since she would not live long.  My brothers, Dad and I got into prayer and notified prayer chains for prayer for her. When she began improving, the doctors then said that though she seems to be improving a little, she would never be able to write or talk properly. She continued to improve so wonderfully, the doctors were amazed.  Finally, after a couple of weeks the doctors sent her home.  She continued to gain strength and eventually was able to do all that she could do before.  She could walk, talk, write, and even get out and work in her garden which she loved very much. She enjoyed working with her flowers.  She would give me some and since I knew nothing about them, they would shrivel up and die.  I recall one plant she gave me.  It was an African Violet.  It was a pretty little flower that flourished for several weeks then became sickly.  Eventually, it was nothing but a little dry stick protruding from the ground about a half inch. I took it with me when I visited my Mom.  As I was getting into the car to leave, I saw it on the floor of the back seat.  "Here, maybe you can the pot," I told her as I handed her the 'stick-in-a-pot'. Some time later, while visiting with her, she gave me a little pot with an African Violet.  I told her that I would probably just kill it like I did the other one.  "This is the one you gave me," she explained, "I've nursed it back to good health." Then Mom had another stroke which seemed worse than the first.  Again, the doctors told us to get prepared for her funeral.  We didn't want to lose our wonderful (Prov 31:10-31) Mother and Dad sure didn't wish to be without his faithful, loving wife, so we notified our prayer chains again, and we all got into prayer. God answered our prayers a second time, but I wondered, if she was healed, why God would allow her to be struck down by this debilitating illness again.  But God was faithful, and showed us that He indeed heard our prayers and answered us.  He raised her up again to a very healthy state where she could do all that she wished and desired. Finally,, in late 1990, she was struck down again.  She could move no part of her right side, and she could not speak.  She only made odd sounds and grunting. As I prayed, God impressed on me that He was wanting to call her home.  I had been selfish along with my family.  It was then that I changed my prayers.  I, along with the prayer chains in Arkansas, began praying for God to have His will concerning Mom.  If He wanted her, who were we to try to keep her here, while putting her through more pain and hardships. On June 30, 1992, I received a telephone call from back home.  Mom had passed on into Glory.  She was now with Jesus.  She now has no more pain.  She is perfectly healed. Later, my daughter, Krista, had informed me of what had happened just before Mom passed on. Mom had apparently looked off into the distance, beyond the walls of the room, and clearly said, "I'm so tired."  Then, after a moment, she spoke again, "Yes, I'm ready to go home."  Then she laid her head to the side and left her body.  I see here where she was totally healed before she died.  She was talking clearly to someone just before death.  It may have been Jesus Himself, but was probably an angel. I see the total conversation this way: ...Angel: "How are you doing, Mary?" he asks.  ...Mom: "I'm so tired," she said. ...Angel: "Are you ready to go Home?" he asks. ...Mom: "Yes, I'm ready to go Home!" she replied. ...Angel: "Come on, Mary, let's go home."  .....and she laid her head to the side... and left for home.