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My much loved, Christian Grandmother, who had been a widow for decades, reached out (actually up toward the ceiling of her hospital room) and had a beaming smile on her face as she passed over. The realm of Angels is only an arms length away anyway don'tchaknow.

Before my grandmother died she had been in a coma for days. I was sitting beside her hospital bed and just randomly opened the Bible and started reading a verse where my eyes focused. . .

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death . . ."

She opened her eyes and said "Where did you learn that?"

Then, she fell into a deeper coma for a few more days. Then, just before she passed, she raised her arms upward and was saying "Look at that beautiful little blond haired boy . . "

During the flu epidemic of WWI my grandfather caught the flu and she had nursed him back to health. She was nine months pregnant at the time and her baby was stillborn.

He was a fullterm blond haired boy.

My grandmother also looked so peaceful and beautiful as she died.

My much loved, Christian Grandmother, who had been a widow for decades, reached out (actually up toward the ceiling of her hospital room) and had a beaming smile on her face as she passed over."""

What a blessed occurence.

.....my mother saw angels before she passed away....

Thank you for pinging me to this thread. I believe God is using you and others here on FR to bring me closer to Him.

I have been with three individuals within hours of their passing. Each one expressed an irrepressible urge to "go home."

The first man was a patient at a hospital where I was having an x-ray. I left my clothes in a changing room as I attired myself in the wonderful backless gown of hospitals. After the x-ray when I returned to the changing room, my shoes were missing. A call went throughout the hospital to find my shoes (a very small rural hospital, mind you). After a quick search my shoes were found on the feet of an elderly man who just had to "go home." His desire to "go home" was so intense that he almost had to be restrained. He died just a few short hours afterward.

The next person was my grandfather. Ninety years old and in good health until one day his kidneys shut down. He was hospitalized (in the same rural hospital), and hooked-up to an I.V. While he was still coherent his 12 children and 56 grandchildren gathered around him. "Please just let me go home," he said. He pleaded with us to not allow any kind of life saving procedures. We all agreed and it was understood that he needed 24 hr personal care until he passed. I drew the #2 spot for his caretaking. I sat with him for two days and he spoke of knowing with certainty that there was heaven and that it was glorious. At the end of my caregiving stint, he quietly passed with a glowing smile on his face...his last words, "I'm going home."

The last person was my father. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer at age 59. After he was treated and lived an additional 7 years, the doctors deemed him "cured." At 7 1/2 years, the cancer came back with a vengeance. He went deer hunting the last week of October, shot a deer, then checked in to the Veterans Hospital in Salt Lake City. I had moved into my brand-new, first home two days before they released him with no hope. "Take him home, and make him comfortable until he dies," we were told. The first night of his release from the hospital, I took him home to my just-built home. He kept saying over, and over again that he'd been there before...he had this unnerving sense of familiarity...but he wanted to "go home." We weren't sure he could make the 250 mile trip, but he was so insistent, that we made the almost impossible trip to take him home to die. When we got to his home (in rural Utah) he lived for about 5 days before going into a coma. The whole 5 days he kept saying he wanted to "go home." We thought that was strange, he was home. We thought his mind must be going! Just before he reached his comatose state, he told me, "I'm going home now." Two days later, he passed.

At the time of each of these occurrences (viewed separately) the significance wasn't overwhelming. But when my father left us, while he was in his own home, and still expressing the desire to "go home," I finally took notice. I know where I'll be going ofter this life...I'll be going home.