Posted on 05/20/2016 1:21:01 PM PDT by NYer
My dad died shortly before my aunt, who was in a nursing home in Pittsburg, near her daughter. The nursing home people said that an old guy who looked like her and wore a baseball hat came to the desk looking for her room. We all think that was my dad because of the hat. She would not get any elderly visitors from outside the nursing home because the did not live in Pittsburg, and the people in the home would know him if he was a resident.
A few minutes later he passed.
I had asked his male caregiver "What's he looking at?" and the caregiver said "I don't know."
I'm so lucky that I was able to see my husband out in his peace and tranquility. It was a gift that God blessed me with.
I view these as proof that not only is scripture for real, but so is Heaven.
:-) Growing up, I heard family relate a similar event. One of my aunts was dieing and the family gathered around her. She began to speak with her deceased husband, her eyes focused on a spot in the corner of the room. She told him she was not leaving this world until she saw her son Danny, who was serving in WWII. The military were able to fly him home to be with his mother. After seeing Danny and reassuring herself that he was ok, she told her husband she was ready and soon passed away.
My grandmother, OTOH, spent the last week of her life in the hospital. While visiting with her one day, she looked towards the window and shouted: "No! Don't jump!" We all turned our gaze towards the window but there was no one there. She also pointed towards boxes that we could not see. However, the most extraordinary event, occurred as she prepared to pass. My daughter, at the time, was about 10 years old. She was with us in the hospital but amused herself by visiting with other patients as we sat at my grandmother's bedside. When evening arrived, I set off to find my daughter and bring her back to the room. As we approached the door, there was an invisible wall tat prevented me from entering the room. (not sure how else to describe this) An 'interior' voice said: "Get the baby out of here!" (My grandmother always referred to my daughter as "the baby"). In the room, I could see my uncle and aunt standing next to the bed and simply said I could not come into the room and was taking my daughter back to my grandmother's apartment. It was a 20 minute drive and as we came into the house, the phone rang. It was my uncle. He said I could not have even reached the parking lot before my grandmother passed. Essentially, she did not want her great granddaughter to be traumatized by witnessing her death.
Ironically, last month, it was just the opposite. My mother went into hospice and it was my daughter who was there, holding her hand, when mom passed. Just prior to this, I explained to my daughter that mom, though 'sleeping', could hear us and asked her to place the phone next to my mother's ear. After telling her how much I loved her and reading messages sent from cousins who live far away, my daughter decided to remain at mom's bedside. She would not relinquish mom's hand until the funeral director arrived.
My grandmother told the nurses her husband was there to take her now.
Yes... He did say that we "will neither marry nor be given in marriage in the next life"....but we won't be like the angles in Heaven other than in the sense of being immortal beings. In fact, our bodies will be transformed into a body like Christ's body.....
"For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ: Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself. " (Philippians 3:20-21).
"Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is." (1 John 3:2).
Thank you for posting this article.
My dad died of cancer after being in a coma for four days. He was not speaking. The day before he passed he got out of bed, raised arms towards heaven and had the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. He eyes were the bluest I’ve ever seen. We were all standing around the hospice bed in my parents living room. My mom kept saying “Jim, who do you see?” he did that twice before he died? I will say this, my dad was a very holy man!
Mine was also 53 when she died in 1978.......
Thanks for posting! Beautiful and comforting.
Fabulous account. Thank you for sharing it.
Here is a video of a woman who filmed the hospital room in the dark right before her mother’s passing. It is quite amazing.
Thank you for sharing your interesting story, NYer. : )
“In my end time, I hope to see my mother. She died to young.........
Me too. My Mom was only 53 when she died in 1973.”
My mother died in 1973 at 49.
They flew me home to spend the last three days of her life with her.
Thanks for sharing!
That’s so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your story.
I am hesitant to post this, because it is a bit confusing from a theological perspective, but here goes. I know what I think it means, but I think that’s between me and God. I am a Christian; Christ is the central focus of my life and I always tried to proselytize my parents and brother. My father never had a relationship with Christ, but did begin to believe in his last weeks. He was the most wonderful human being I have ever known. He had been doing very well healthwise for weeks, so no one was visiting him on his final day. I was at work, an hour away, and I just knew I had to see him; I was busy and doing critical work, but I just knew. I told my boss I had to go see my Dad, and that I didn’t know why, but my instincts were screaming for me to go right now. He thought I was crazy, but said okay but probably nothing. When I got there, he was quite lucid. We spoke for a time, he made me promise to take care of my mother and told me how much he had always loved me. It seemed that he had been speaking to God and to angels in the room. I could sense the presence of the angels, but not of the dark ones that I sometimes feel at the hospice, and he told me he wanted to leave but couldn’t let go. God opened a vision for me, so that I could see what he could see. There was a beautiful meadow, just at the edge of a great beautiful city, at the edge of a beautiful forest where the ceiling should have been. My father kept insisting that we (my Mom, I and my brother) were here for him in this world, but there was no one there for him, and he wasn’t ready to go and be alone in the forest just yet. Now my dad absolutely loved my Chow Chow, who had just passed away a few months before. He would find any excuse he could to come over and play with her, and she had been one of his true joys. Suddenly, I saw her in the meadow, and took his hand and said, “Dad, look again. There is somebody there waiting for you by the tree.” All the stress and worry left his face, and he had a look of joy and peace. He looked at the ceiling, and said “I see her, it’s Ssu Bear (my dog’s nickname).” She was barking, wagging her tail, like she was waiting for him. Suddenly he was gone, and the spark of life left his eyes, though for a moment they were still open. I saw for an instant him walking toward her, and her wagging her tail and jumping around like a fool in her own inimitable way, then the vision closed up and I was staring at the ceiling. I released his hand, and went out in the hallway to the nurse on call. I told her passed away, and the time of death. She thought I was crazy, because he was doing fine, and he often dozed during the day. I told her I was absolutely certain, and she needed to go in, which she did.
Did you deserve it?
So many beautiful stories! Thank you for posting.
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