July 8, 2001. I had been in the den watching TV and it was around 2:30 am. I felt something fly by me two times very fast. I thought, "OK, someone's here trying to get my attention." Nothing else happened so I went to bed. My dog followed me. He kept looking at the wall across the room, almost as if in a trance, staring, not moving. As soon as I turned out the light, I began to see a mist come across my clock next to the bed. On the ceiling was an oval circle of fire and I heard my mom's voice say, "Kathy, it's Mom."

I was totally paralyzed but I could see and hear. I asked her in my mind, "Is it time for me to go with you?" No answer. She lay down in back of me as I was lying on my right side. I could feel her arms wrap around me and she was just holding me! Her arms felt really like silken wings as they enveloped me. I was crying mentally, but no physical tears. I was trying desperately to grab her arm or hands, anything I could reach to hold on to her, but my arms couldn't move.

She held me for a minute or so and then I could see her get up off the bed. She had on a long white gown. She appeared to be the age that she was when she passed, and she looked very sad. I felt her walk across my bed. Then I saw a door opening on a wall where there was no door. I saw her standing in this doorway that was filled with a bright white light that was not of this world. She stood there for a moment as if to say goodbye, and then the door slammed shut. The moment the door closed, I was able to move again.

I know it was my mom coming to tell me goodbye. I had asked God to please let me hold her one more time, to say goodbye, and to make peace with her. As I am writing this, I am crying. It was a wonderful gesture from Mom and God, a gift that I will never forget. I would like to dedicate this story to my aunt Marian, who is my mom's sister, and who has always believed in me.

On April 28, 2003 I was in my bedroom folding laundry when I heard a jingling noise coming from the front part of the house. I went to investigate but didn't see anything, so I went back to folding clothes. Later that afternoon my husband came home from work. As I opened the front door, out in my flower bed by the front porch I saw something glistening really bright in the sun. I went to the flower bed and saw pink glass marbles lined up in a circle.

I thought, "How did these marbles get here?" They had been in my laundry room cabinet for over a year, in a closed container. I began picking them up and as I did I counted them. There were twenty-eight marbles. My mom passed away on April 28, 2001. I had been thinking about her strongly that day. I think she put the marbles in my flower bed to let me know she was around, and that everything was o.k. My mom liked flowers and did some gardening, but I feel that she knew I would see the marbles in the flower bed as I opened the door because the sun was so bright on them, really pretty!

Kathy

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