When my grandmother was ill, back home in India, my mother flew down to look after her until she got well. My grandmother was diagnosed with colon cancer and the chances of her getting well were slim. Nevertheless, if it was her time, my mom wanted to be with her. It was the 6th of July between 4:15-4:30am, while I was asleep, I saw my grandfather in my dream. He had passed away 5 months ago. He stood in a long corridor. Its walls were painted white and floor white as well. All its doors were white too. He said to me "I'm so lonely, I've come to collect grandma. I'm fed up of being alone". I said "You can't take her, we need her". He smiled. "It's time sweety. She is waiting for me. I have to go now."
Just then, I was woken by the sound of the ringing telephone, it was my mom informing me that about 5 minutes ago, grandma had just passed away.