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Date: July 9, 2009

This story is about my grandfather. He died many years ago but he still lives in my heart and lives on in so many peoples lives.

My grandfather loved roses. For years he planted a rose bush wherever he and my grandmother moved. He had to convince the land lord at the apartment building they last lived in to plant the bush there.

It was an extremely cold night on December 12th in Wichita. My grandfather's fight for his life was coming to an end. His children and wife were all there with him in his hospital room. As he fought for his last breaths, he was able to say, "Open the doors Jesus, I am coming home." Then he was gone.

That evening, my father and the rest of the family went to my grandparents home. There in front was that rose bush that my grandfather planted years ago. No one could believe their eyes. It was below zero that night, but there was one perfect red rose on that bush.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that God and grandpa were winking at them from heaven above.

Amber Schlabs