God's Grace

This post comes from another anonymous reader. I have left it just as it was sent to me via email. Enjoy and always keep asking.
I was 11 when my Grandma Grace passed away. My Dad had taken my brother and I to go see her one last time. She was very ill with congenitive heart failure, and even the slightest movement hurt her badly. Dad told my brother who was only 7 to say goodbye. He said see ya later and left her room. I went over and knowing this was my last time kissed her fuzzy cheeck and told her I loved her and I wanted to be like her when I grew up. She said she loved me but was ready to go be with Grandpa Ernie. That night while I was sleeping I suddenly woke up. I saw my Grandma in my room. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and safety seeing her there. She walked to sit next to me on my bed. She gently touched my cheeck and said she loved me. She said you have to be strong for your Mom and Dad, don't cry for me. I am going to be with Grandpa and there is no pain. She said God is real and he loves you. I will always watch out for you. Be kind to your brother, you're his sister and you have to protect him. I told her I would do my best and that I loved her. Then she was gone. I was not ever sad or scared. Just blissfully happy and felt extremely loved. A feeling of love that I have never came close to feeling again. It poured over my body relaxing everything. The next morning I went upstairs to get breakfast. I casually told my Dad that Grandma Grace had passed away. I told him that she does not want him to cry for her. He was so angry that I would "make up" a story like that. He told me to eat breakfast and go to my room. While I was eating my cereal the phone rang. It was the home that she was living at. They told my Dad that Grandma had passed away that night. He never spoke with me about it again. But her one last goodbye helped heal pain in my heart. I never did cry about loosing her. I held my parents at her funeral and let their tears stream down their face. I was angry with everyone for crying because she had asked us not to. She was not hurting and at the time I could not understand why everyone could not just be as happy for her as I was. I have not seen her since that night. But I know that she is with my Grandpa and Jesus in heaven.