--Submitted by: Lisa Guidroz as told to me by my grandmother in 1968--
During childbirth, in the early 1920's, my grandmother's labor was very long and
difficult. As was the custom in those days, the child was being born at home.
The baby, a son, was born dead. The doctor said that my grandmother died, too.
The long labor and difficult delivery had been too much for her physically, she
went into shock, and was pronounced dead.
My grandmother recalled the pain and distress she had felt during the delivery. She
then said that the pain and distress was replaced by a beautiful peace.
This is the story that she told me 40 years after that unforgettable day:
I found myself in a beautiful garden.......The most beautiful
garden I'd ever seen.
I walked down a path in the garden until I got to a white bench that was along the path.
I decided to sit on the bench and rest awhile in this most beautiful place.
While I was sitting there, I saw someone coming down the path......Coming toward where I
was sitting.
He was wearing while clothes and came and sat next to me on the bench. He told me he
was Jesus!
He put His arm around me. I rested my head on His shoulder. It felt so safe
there on that bench. We talked for awhile. He told me to enjoy the
garden and to rest a while longer. I'm not sure how long I stayed there, but I know
that I did not want to leave this garden of peace.
He said that someday I would come back to the garden, but that at this time I needed to
return to my family.
She then told me that she remembers somehow being back in her body. The doctor and
her family were very surprised when she "sat up in bed." They had already
pulled the sheet over her head and kept repeating over and over, "We thought we'd
lost you!"
She told me she remembers that the sadness of losing her new baby son was replaced with an
incredible peace because she knew he was there in that beautiful garden..... with Jesus.
She only spoke of this once to me. It seemed too intensely personal for her to talk
about on a casual or regular basis. When she told me about it, there was a
"Knowingness" in her tone of voice and a peacefulness on her face. The day
she told me about what happened to her, she also said she was not afraid to die because
she knew she would be going back to that garden. She also assured me that I
should not ever fear death either.
She was a wonderful woman and lived an extremely long and full and loving and peaceful
life.
This happened in the early 1900's......long before anyone ever talked or wrote
about Near Death Experiences. I never doubted one word of what she told
me.......Thanks, Grandmom
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