My mom and an old colleage named Mrs. D. taught3rd grade at the local elementary school. Mom still teaches there. I remember when I was in 3rd grade, I wanted Mrs. D. (I still don't feel right posting last names, so I choose initials instead), but I ended up getting Mrs. C. instead. Mrs. D.was diagnosed withsome sort of arthritis realted disease and retiredthe yearbefore I got to 3rd grade. Even though she was retired, she would come back in once and a while and someone would push her around in a wheel chair as she would come and visit the c-l-a-s-s-rooms. When I got to 5th grade, she kinda just stopped coming all together. Mom told me that yesterday, she was clear minded and spoke as if nothing was wrong with her at all. Then Mrs. D looked around and told her family that she had visited Heaven the night before and she loved it a lot and wished that she could go back. She got her wish at 1 AM this morning.