Two days before my mom died, while she was on the respirator in the hospital after suffering a stroke and a heart attack, she came to me during the night. I was sitting on the couch, unable to sleep because of the stress of worrying about her, and suddenly there she was beside me. She was somewhat transparent, but I could see her clearly and I was ecstatic because she was speaking to me, even though she wasn't really using her voice. I could feel her deep love and her presence. I asked her what she wanted, and she smiled.
She reassured me that all was well and that she would be going Home two days later. She wanted me to help my brothers with her departure, and she gave me messages for them. Ten years later she still comes to visit us from time to time, and I can feel her warmth and see her smile before she leaves. - A.L.
