T WAS A HOT AUGUST MORNING in 1989 when I
received a phone call from my mother, saying that my dad had passed
away. He had gotten up that day and gone to mow the lawn of a neighbor
who was ill with leukemia. It was a hot and sultry day. Later, another
neighbor said he recalled seeing my father sitting on the curb that
morning with his head in his hands, his lawn mower nearby.
mother was in the bathroom getting dressed when she said she heard
a “voice” urging her to go outside to check on my dad.
When she stepped onto the front porch, she found my dad slumped
in a chair. Mother was just moments too late. Dad was gone. A neighbor
rushed over and attempted to revive him, but it was no use.
After I spoke with my mother by phone that morning, I began to prepare
for the eight-hour drive with my husband and 5-year-old son to my
parent’s home. While in the shower, I cried and even screamed.
I asked Dad why he had left my mother like that and wondered what
was going to happen to her now. In my grief, I wasn’t thinking
clearly and was actually trying to carry on a conversation with
As I stepped out of the shower, I suddenly felt a very large and
warm presence before me. I stopped. I wasn’t afraid but distinctly
heard a voice saying, “It will be okay, everything will be
all right.” For a long time, I believed that my Dad had paid
a visit to me that morning. Since then, I have come to understand
that God actually sent an angel to comfort me.
After this uplifting encounter, I managed to regain my composure
and remained calm throughout the trip, the funeral and afterwards.
I knew that my mother was going to be just fine, and my instincts
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