In May, 2009, I went to visit my great aunt Hassie. I was so blessed by that visit. (You can read about it here.) We were able to talk a long time and part of our conversation revolved around her health. She told me that she was just waiting on the Lord to call her home. She said that sometimes she hurt so bad that she wished He'd take her on, but she knew she'd go when her time was right. She said "He's always there to hold your hand if you'll just reach up and take it".
the time was right.
God called her home and heavens gates admitted a beautiful saint of God.