But when my grandmother was on her death bed, I had an incredible conversation with her. Personally, I am petrified of dying. And I asked her, "aren't you afraid?" And she simply smiled at me, and she said "no, because I know I am going to be reunited with Pa Pa." Pa had died three years earlier and Nan had never been the same since. She 110% believed that her death would mean she was finally going to be reunited with the man to whom she was married for six decades. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard, and it's why I would never admonish someone for believing