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I've recently got the pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend from high school. In fact we were very close friends, but as life does.. we lose sight of some people because of circumstances beyond our control. So we have been talking alot getting to know each other again and gaining insight to what has happened in our years not together. She shared with me the story of her mothers final days. This is a heart warming experience I wanted to share with you all, and maybe it will touch you as it has me, just remember after the darkness of any storm, there is always renewed life and light and what may seem at the time a horrible thing is in all actuality.... a blessing.
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My mom was 61 when she died of cancer, she had just retired & was planning to do all those things she waited her entire life to do. Her health was fine, no diseases or any other conditions, except, of course, of the fact that she was a heavy smoker. Her lung x-rays were clear, then 9 months later, stage 3 cancer, final phase. They gave her 2-4 months, she lasted 3.. I was living in St. Louis at the time with a new boy, 14 months old. I dropped everything, left my job, husband and brought my 2 children with me,and moved in with my mother to care of her. My brother lived 3 hours away, and sister 45 minutes away, but, I am the rock of my family, My mom needed me..
One night, while she was in the hospital, i was sleeping in her bed and had a nightmare. In my dream, she was sleeping beside me, and we were both awakened by a terrible dark presence, that opened up as a dark tunnel under her, trying to pull her away.I knew this was death, coming for her., She opened her eyes in fear & surprise, helpless to fight it.- it being a dark, and terrible presence, the very essense of Hell!! She reached for me with her hands, her eyes begging me to save her.Then I felt another presence, and saw a light coming from the ceiling, it had a power, it urged me to grab my mom, to save her from the darkness and to pull her into the light,where her soul could be saved. Suddenly, my mom was snatched away, she took a gasp, her eyes opened wide, and 'NO!' was all she could say, then she was gone. I woke up screaming, reaching for her. My uncle ran into the room, to comfort me, but asked about that light. He checked all the lights in the room, but none matched what he saw. I told him about the dream, but he cut me off, saying he didn;t want to hear any of that Jesus sh--. You see, Sarah, both he and my mother were atheists. Or, agnostics, they believe, but don't accept. I was so afraid of losing her soul, forever!
The next day, at the hospital, I went to visit mom, asked how she slept, her response was, 'terrible, I had an awful nightmare about dying.' She then told me about the same exact dream that I had, down to the 'No!", the light, the dark tunnel, all of it! I felt faint, I asked her what time was this? It was exactly the same time as my dream- 3:45 am!! I tried to tell her about my dream, she reacted the same way as her brother, plus she was on morphine, so I left to go pray in the chapel. You see, Sarah, I had lost faith in God, was angry at him for allowing this to happen to the sweetest, most unselfish woman I had ever known. How could He have allowed it? Why her? On my way to the chapel, I stopped at the nurses station to ask about my mother's night, they confirmed the nightmare to be at exactly 3:45 am., I now want answers from God- He was obviously trying to get my attention, and now he had it. While praying in the chapel, a pastor came out to comfort me. I told him of the dream and all of it, and asked him what does it mean? He thought it was a message from God, the dream meaning that my mom's death would be too sudden for any of us to get to her side to say the prayer that lets her accept Jesus as her Savior, so her soul can go to heaven. Or, at least, this is what me & my family member's had all discussed & planned. I asked to speak to her doctor, and asked him how quickly could my mother pass, he said from 2 days to 2 weeks. But, he said, not like my dream, because I asked. I told my family of the dream, my mom's best friend, her pastor, my friends, and we all now made a contingency plan to save my mother's soul. Everyone worked on her constantly, not waiting for the death-bed prayer.
On Oct. 16, I was in st. Louis for a week, putting my kids into school, & packing for the final death watch, my return flight to my mom's at 3pm. I was about to go to the airport, around noonish, when I received the phone call that my mother had suddenly died, EXACTLY LIKE MY DREAM!! I heard someone screaming as I fell to the floor. It was me, screaming. When I got to Lake Charles, La. I found that my mother died clutching my rosary, and her prayer clothe that her best friend gave her. Her best friend told me that my mother requested, of her own accord, to say the prayer to accept Jesus as her savior!! None of us could ever get her to even listen to anything about it, yet, she ASKED to be saved!! God sent me his miracle, he saved my beautiful mother's eternal soul, and brought her back home to Him. None of us could have done it. None of us could have fore-seen her sudden death. The doctor told us that the cause of death was a stroke, so catastrophic, so rare, that the odds to have one, were 1 in millions. Her brain literally exploded, all over, all at once. One moment, she was fine, sitting up & talking to her brother, the next, she gasped once, opened up her eyes wide, reached for her brother,and said, 'NO!" And fell over, dead. No suffering, no warning signs. The doctors thought she had about a month left. When the pastor who officiated at her services found out about the 'vision' coming to pass exactly as fore-told, he was speechless, and hung up on me. He called back & apologized, explaining that he, a man of (supposedly) God/faith, had never received any such sign from God, although he had prayed & watched for one his entire life! He resented, he disclosed to me, me, a woman of very little faith having received a great miracle from God. He spoke of it, at my mother's services. My miracle, Sarah, my vision from God, saved my mother's soul. I used to beg Him, everyday, to bring her home. And he did. The poem 'Gone' expresses my doubts after her death. I can't believe my doubt, after the vision! I was in such deep grief. It took me 7 years to stop grieving, she was my best friend, and I still think of her every day. I know that I was told she said the prayer, but I couldn't know for surel Unless I heard it straight from my mom, saw it in her eyes. Even after being warned of how sudden her death would be, in my heart, that still did not convince me that she is in heaven. I did not experience that peaceful feeling that you described, that is what I've been searching for, my entire life!! You are part of my miracle from God, Sarah. I have never met another who has had a similar experience. Sure, I've read about them, but who knows what king of religious fanatic they might be, or what not. YOU know? Cause I'm not a fanatic, and I do not believe that you are, either.So, you are a God-send, and an answered prayer. Thanks be to God & to you, Sarah!!
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