In 1990, my stepfather was in a nursing home following a stroke four years previously. The nursing home called me early one afternoon to tell me that he was suffering from heart failure and would not live more than a few hours. I left work and drove to the home. I found my stepfather sitting up in bed, laughing and kidding the nurses who were in his room. I was dumbfounded. I asked the nurses, Wasn't he supposed to be dying? They reassured me that he was dying and that it was indeed just hours away.

I still could not believe it. I started talking over old times with him. He was so lucid, remembering everything about our past. However, every now and again he would ask me who the woman was who was sitting on the next bed. He wondered why she was there, smiling and listening to our conversation. I saw no one there, but he insisted that I get a nurse to make her leave so we could talk in private. This went on for two hours or so until I left to go home.

When I arrived home, my wife informed me that he passed away ten minutes after I left the home. This is the only event of this kind that I have ever had in my sixty-five years on this planet. I would like to believe that what he saw was his angel coming to take him back home.

Larry

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