When she was at her last stage

Mrs. Adams sat quietly in her rocking chair on the porch, enjoying the warm breeze and the gentle sway of the chair. She had been living in her small town for her entire life, and she had seen it grow and change in so many ways. Now, at the age of 92, she knew that her time on this earth was coming to an end.

As she rocked back and forth, she let her mind wander back over her life. She thought about her childhood, growing up with her brothers and sisters on the family farm. She remembered the long days of hard work, but also the laughter and the joy that came from being surrounded by loved ones.

She thought about her husband, who had passed away several years ago. They had been married for over 60 years, and she missed him terribly. But she was also grateful for the life they had built together, for the children and grandchildren they had raised, for the memories they had made.

As she sat there, Mrs. Adams found herself thinking more and more about the end of her life. She knew that she didn't have much time left, and she wondered what it would be like to leave this world behind.

She had always been a deeply spiritual person, and she found comfort in her faith. She believed that when she died, she would be reunited with her loved ones who had passed before her. But still, the thought of leaving everything behind was daunting.

She thought about the things she had accomplished in her life, the things she was proud of. She had raised a family, worked hard, and made a difference in her community. But she also thought about the things she had missed out on, the things she had never done.

There were places she had always wanted to visit, books she had always wanted to read, experiences she had never had. She knew that she would never get the chance to do those things now, and she felt a pang of regret.

But then, she reminded herself of all the things she had experienced, all the joys and sorrows that had shaped her life. She had loved and been loved, and that was the most important thing of all.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned to see her granddaughter, Emily, making her way up the porch steps.

"Hi, Grandma," Emily said, taking a seat next to her on the porch swing. "How are you feeling today?"

Mrs. Adams smiled at her granddaughter. "I'm feeling good, dear. Just thinking."

"About what?" Emily asked.

"Oh, just about life and all its mysteries," Mrs. Adams replied. "You know, I've been thinking a lot lately about what it will be like when I leave this world."

Emily looked at her grandmother, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Grandma, don't talk like that. You still have so much time left."

Mrs. Adams took Emily's hand in hers. "I know, dear. But I also know that my time is coming to an end. And that's okay. I've lived a good life, and I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Emily wiped away her tears. "I know, Grandma. But it's hard to imagine life without you."

Mrs. Adams smiled at her granddaughter. "I'll always be with you, Emily. In your memories, in your heart. And who knows? Maybe I'll be watching over you from above."

Emily smiled back at her grandmother, grateful for the comfort she had brought her. They sat together in silence for a few moments, rocking back and forth on the porch swing.

As they sat there, Mrs. Adams felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she had lived a full life,