My mom had been pronounced DOA 3 times; and been revived. The first time, it rocked her a great deal; why? As she was going "through the tunnel", she saw her long-deceased and beloved relatives behind a wee picket fence, waving to her, welcoming her. Then her mother said: not yet, lovee, not yet. And my mom re-entered her body. Just like that. Another time, the last time before she finally did leave us, she was going through the tunnel, and was on her way there; when she saw my face in a bubble saying: "I love you, mom. Don't leave yet." Sure enough, she came to, and the doctors rushed the icu. Well, I was there, the doctors had suggested the family gather -- my mom was "going". I was caressing her cheek and had leaned in and asked my "out of it" mother: "Mom, do you want to live?" Inside her cognition; she'd heard me say: Mom, I love you.
Through all these xperiences, what was my mom firm on? Each time, her deceased loved ones were there, waiting for her; to welcome her "home".
And yes, there are indeed angels. Your brother, I've no doubts, none -- was given a sending, and therefore, time to compose himself. What a loving gift to him!
Thank YOU!
Your story is uplifting and wonderful too.
What makes it all so wonderful, is knowing one day we can go live with them again. Makes it all worth it.
Your story, has made my day.