Marie believed in GOD, but she never really talked about Him, nor Angels, spirits, or ghosts. She would normally have shrugged off talk about them with some negative statement. Her Bible knowledge was negligible until later years, after her children were married and she was alone, that is when she became interested in Religion and the Bible, and she was baptized.

Marie began her regression into Alzheimer Disease when in her late 50's, and as the disease progressed, her children noticed a remarkable change as she became an angry and violent person. Her Doctor called for medication, but there was a problem there too. As the medication began a fast paced build up in her system, she developed an allergic reaction to the drug, she was dying.

Her body grew weaker by the day, as the medication unknowingly created a toxic buildup in her body. Her eyes became glazed and staring as if into space, she called out continually for her deceased mother. Her muscles contracted and one could not pry them apart. Her body took on the fetal position. One Doctor, called to examine her, told us he believed she had suffered a small stroke during this terrible ordeal.

A new treating Doctor was employed, he immediately replaced the toxic drugs with one her body could tolerate. She slowly recuperated under the loving hand of a daughter to the point she could once again walk and talk and enjoy some of the simpler things in life. It was at this point that I decided to take her on a little excursion, a drive and a milkshake, her favorite treat.

As we sipped our milkshakes and drove down the familiar streets of our small community, she wanted to talk about an incident she had experienced while under the influence of the terrible drug, which had nearly killed her. I parked the car and turned to listen with great interest in what she was telling me.

She related to me, a tunnel she had been in. She stated she had seen her long lost brother in that tunnel. He had been away from the family for a very long period, no one knew where he was for all those years. I asked her to explain this further.

She went on to explain that she had found herself in a long dark tunnel, and she was drawn to a light at the end of that tunnel. She began toward the light when she found her brother and an old friend whom she had not seen for over a year.

I did not know what to think, though I had heard stories of the tunnel and the light at the end in various media. This was my first experience with a person who had actually BEEN THERE in the tunnel! I was not the only person who did not know what to think, Marie herself, was perplexed by the experience. She said as she traveled towards the light, an Angel met her and told her she had to return. When Marie asked the Angel "Why?" she was told she still had to teach her children how "to be more accepting of each other."

Interesting, and I wondered how a person in her condition would be able to teach her children to be more accepting of each other. Marie herself was perplexed about the experience, she was definitely not telling this story to get attention, that was obvious to me.

I decided to drive by the house of this friend she saw in the tunnel, I believed it might be good for her to see her once again, it had been so very long since they had seen each other. I also wanted to see if Marie would recognize her home, she recognized very little on a consistent basis. I said nothing to Marie about going to her friends home.

I drove to the area in which her friend lived, and looking straight ahead as I drove by the house, Marie perked up, and began pointing to the home, stating excitedly "There it is! That is where she lives!" I asked her if she would like to stop and visit her friend. She was very happy at this prospect, she could hardly wait for me to park the car! She was the first out of thecar, I could hardly keep up with this fragile little lady as she marched up the walkway to her friends home.

A young man came to the door, and I asked after Marie's friend. To my surprise the young man informed us very quickly that Marie's friend had passed away "about a year ago." That was about the time when Marie had been in the toxic condition, and when she had seen the tunnel. The interesting thing also, is that when we were informed that her friend had passed away, Marie nodded her head in the affirmative, and muttered "Yes, Yes." She apparently realized her experience meant something. She knew that her friend had passed away! We thanked the young man for his time and as we made our way back to the car, Marie simply said, "You know my brother was there too." I just nodded. I had no idea.

Later in the day, after I had taken Marie home, I could not stop thinking, wondering about all she had told me. I believed the unbelievable. I believed her because she wasn't sophisticated enough to have made a story up at this point in her life. She was still cognizant, and very childlike at this time. She was convinced that she had really had the experience and seemed much more at peace after our visit to her friends old home.

Many times since I have thought about Marie and her experience with the Tunnel and the Angel. I wondered why she had seen her friend, why not her husband, or her mother whom she was calling out to in distress? Why not her deceased grandson? It didn't make sense to me. Then one day, it finally dawned on me why. If she had seen someone she knew had passed away, then no one would have believed her story! In order to believe her experience, the person she saw in the tunnel would have to be someone no one was aware of having passed on. That was the evidence that the experience was true and not an hallucination. There is now no doubt in my mind that she had the experience.

Marie lingered on in that condition, and did not pass over for many years. Not until all her children were able to tolerate their siblings individuality, accepting each other for what they truly are. Perhaps if we had all been able to learn our lessons earlier, Marie would not have had to endure the debilitating disease? I don't know the answer to that.

Yes, I am one of her children, and I was one of the stubborn ones who had the lesson to learn, as we all did.

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