Some years back, I had an undiagnosed ectopic pregnancy rupture. I lost half of my blood volume before they got me into surgery. I remember drifting off to sleep under the anesthesia, a small space of blackness, and then I heard someone say, "She's stopped breathing!". Instantly I was in another place, being held by a tall, strong man. I couldn't see His face, feet, or even His arms. All I could see was the soft robe across His chest. We were surrounded by a warm, fragrant mist...and just outside this mist I could hear the voices of many excitedly happy people talking and laughing. Music was everywhere...the most beautiful music I have ever heard, and it seemed to me that each person had a specific melody that was his or hers.
I was so happy and comfortable, I didn't want to leave. I told this to the Man holding me, but His thoughts came through loud and clear in my mind...I had to go back, there were many things I needed to accomplish. I began to protest, but instantly found myself cold and shivering in the OR.
I never once experienced any fear, nor was I in any discomfort. My hematocrit plummeted to 7, and there was talk of blood transfusions, but I asked them to wait until the next morning. 12 hours later, my hematocrit was back up to 14, and they decided against transfusions.
Jesus gave me a tiny taste of Heaven in those few moments. Your mother (and all of us) is going to an unbelievably beautiful place.
You and your dear mother are in my prayers...