Dotsie, what a memory jog for me.
I was very young and didn't understand much about death or dying until my grandfather got sick.
My mom came up to my room late in the night and told me that he was really bad and "wouldn't" make it through the night. I remember crying, kneeling on my bed, joining my hands,looking up at my crucifix and making a deal with God. I asked if he would make Pop better and I would be a really good girl, I promised.
The next day my Mom was saying what a miracle he was. God had answered my prayer and my Pop lived to be 99 years old.
When he passed, I was at a time in my life when I asked God to safely carry him Home. The time frame must be at least 30 years difference!
I have no doubt that God answered my prayer that night and 30 years later as well.