Very good story! I am a believer. I have had 3 or 4 different occasions in my life when happenings could not be logically explained. My family, overall , is very religious. I had 5 brothers and 2 sisters. Only 3 of the boys remain, but I still have both of my sisters.
We all are getting up there in age. My best friend and older brother, "Don", passed on in 2002. Don has always been irresponsible with just about everything. He was at times a worry.
In his younger days, he was pretty much a social drinker that drank, until the sun came up. The last 15 years of his life, he lived alone and was bothered with health problems that included arthritis of the spine. He took lots of pain killers.
He had many stories of people that he had seen at the end of his bed or in his apartment. Of course, these stories were not just in his final years of life, they occurred over his lifetime.
We all just laughed at him and his stories and kind of shrugged them off as his mind playing tricks on him, caused from the booze and pills.
A few years ago, he was in the hospital with heart problems. He had previously had open heart bypass surgery. I went to see him in the hospital on a Sunday. He had another one of his stories. He said at 3AM that morning, a man and 3 or 4 other people came into his Intensive Care room. He said they were all dressed nicely. The man told him that, "he would be crossing over, soon, and they just wanted to insure him he had nothing to be afraid of". He said they, then turned and walked out of the room and immediately afterwards, a nurse walked in.
He asked her about the people and she said , there hasn't been anyone here , but the nursing staff. He tried to get her to call his family, but she would not do it at that time in the morning.
He was visibly concerned about what had happened. There was not any laughing this time about what he had experience.
Five days later, he was back in his apartment and sleeping in his favorite recliner when he crossed over. He had a contented look on his face and the coroner said he simply went to sleep and never woke up.
We believe his visitors were possibly angels and were helping him accept the fact he was leaving this life.
Don was 69 and we tend to believe he is in heaven.
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!
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!