I recall two almost exactly the same. One was a 19 year boy dying of cancer and the other a very old Baptist preacher. Both of them with their final breaths said they saw Jesus.
Closer to home, when both my mother and my sister graduated from this life - when they entered their final coma - I felt their spirits go through me, assuring me that they were very happy and well.
And when my previous husband died we were SCUBA diving off Panama City, Florida, in what is called the "emerald sea" because the water is so green. As you dive deeper the water becomes an ever-deepening blue.
My husband suffered his final heart attack at 15 feet of water and fell back to more than 70 feet. I swam after him as fast as I could and just as I arrived, the water all around him turned a yellow/gold. I quickly stripped his weight belt and took his body to the surface. But it was obvious to me that I had seen his spirit leave his body at depth.
Likewise, all three of these had end of life requests that the Lord mercifully granted to them. Mom did not want a wheel chair or a nursing home and he spared her both. My sister wanted to be employed when she died, and He kept her employed through the day after. And my husband didn't want to become a cardiac cripple (he had a history of heart problems) and obviously he did not as God took him when he was SCUBA-diving.
Other family members had great mercies in their end of life situations. Indeed, one died on the very evening following his birthday party with family and friends. For him, that would have been a blessing.
And I truly believe that Alzheimer's disease is an end of life blessing for the ones suffering from it though certainly a great challenge for the care-givers. My remaining brother is currently late stage Alzheimer's.
Our blessed assurance in Christ comforts us not only in this mortal life but in our passing to the next one. Indeed, we Christians are already "there" even while still in the flesh:
For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God. - Col 3:3
OH, how beautiful, Alamo-Girl. As you shared your experiences with us, I’ll share my husband’s death with you all. He had leukemia, and almost died the first night we took him to M.D.Anderson. He was in CCU for 15 days, not expected to make it through. But he did. Then came the bone-marrow transplant. And he was not expected to make it through. But he did. And then, when we thought all was going great, he developed J.C. Virus, a virus that attacks the brain and for which there is no cure. We knew he would not make it through that. So we prayed that God would be merciful to him, in his last days. And He was. Gary wanted to come home to die. And they allowed him to. He could not speak, but he could hear. And he heard Scripture, beautiful music, and the voices of all who loved him. God took him after 3 weeks of this virus. It was a peaceful passing and the last words he tried mightily to form was “love”. I am convinced of that, and so is his son. God is so merciful in His grace!