When my grandma passed away, I remember clearly thinking in my head about the white energy that vibrated towards her center.

It formed an orb and then raised out of the body. Floated for what seemed like hours, but in those few seconds it floated. I was...relieved.

I was only 10. Couldn't believe in death, I had figured at the time that she would rise again. She just needed that white orb. If you know moms, they always have some type of magical cure. Small pills

I was asleep for 3 days, cried myself out.

She died with a hole in her stomach from a surgery to release a build up of liquids. I guess imagination is powerful at that age.