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Yesterday, I went to visit mom, and she was in bed because after they got her up and bathed her, she was too weak to sit up in her chair so they had to put her back in bed. And she was laying there, kind of curled up almost fetal position, so thin and so tired-looking, and so… well, lost-looking, I think, like a little lost tired bewildered child… and I sat down beside her, and for the first while I didn’t know what to do or say, just breathed a couple of little prayers, saying, “Father… what…??? Can’t You just take care of her?…” because I didn’t know what else to ask. And after a while I was gently rubbing her head, running my hands through her hair, and she took hold of my hands and held them between hers, and then she looked at me so hard, and she reached up and took hold of my face, one hand on each cheek, and drew me down to her and held my face up against her face, cheek to cheek… and then let me go. And I saw Grandpa’s old Bible, the one that was at Kelly Care, and I picked it up and started to read to her from it… Psalm 23 and 24 and 19, and John 3, and the first verses of John 10, and John 17, and the description of the New Jerusalem from the end of Revelation, and those verses where the writer says, “Even so, come, Lord Jesus!” and the description of the angels worshiping at the throne, calling out “Holy, holy, holy…” and Paul’s description of Your return when we shall all rise up to meet You in the air and be with You always… and I sang “The Lord’s My Shepherd” and “Amazing Grace” and “What a Friend we Have in Jesus”… and most of the time mom just looked kind of worried like she often does, and was tangling her nightgown in knots, like she often does, but at one point she stretched out her arm and kind of pointed… at first I thought she was pointing out the window like she had done when I first arrived, but then it seemed to me that she was actually pointing toward the room at the foot of the bed, and I turned to look, and while my eyes did not “see” anything physically, suddenly I KNEW that the room was full of angels and they were kind of moving about, shimmering, smiling, stretching out their arms to mom (and maybe to me too? ). Even though I couldn’t see them physically, the sense of their presence was so powerful that I FELT them so strongly that I could dimly “see” them, it wasn’t physical, but it wasn’t “in my mind’s eye” either, it was beyond both of those kinds of seeing… and I think mom clearly knew they were there WITH US, sharing that moment with us… who knows, maybe she really could see them, I kind of think maybe she could … and then things kind of returned to normal, but I was left with this really strong sense that they were happy with us together there, and that they had come to wait for the moment when it is time for them to take my mommy home to be with her precious Jesus, and her Bill and her own mommy and daddy… I believe her time is very near… Thank You for this gift, dear Jesus