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An Angel |
| My father was dying of cancer. It was near the end and we had him at home, comfortable and in no pain. He was comatose but I knew he could tell we were with him. I was having a hard time dealing with the whole 'DEATH" thing, and I was afraid for him; afraid of what he was feeling and afraid of what he was about to go through. I wanted to make sure he would be O.K. and not alone, But I needed some sort of answer, some sort of sign. I had none. I was afraid ....still. It was a typical October night and my family and I were waiting for the end, praying for the end. I went out on the front step to get some fresh air. I sat down and said a little prayer, I said, "Please..please.. give me some sort of sign, ANY sign, just so I know he will be OK." At that very moment I looked into the sky at the beautiful sunset, and I saw an Angel. Plain as day, clear to my human eyes. It was a cloud. A beautiful cloud.. a beautiful Angel. There was my answer. I ran inside and got my mother and grabbed a camera. We both sat there and wept. I took a picture of the Angel.. then she disappeared. My Father passed away 10 minutes later. The angel had come to take him home. At that point I knew. I really knew he was OK.. He was not alone, and he was with that beautiful angel going home. I believe in angels.. I will always believe. |
| To see a copy of the photo of the angel Becca saw, click on this button.  The details of the angel are
marked with numbers and an explanation of the numbers is below the graphic. Very slow loading. Please be patient. I do not want to subtract pixels for I do not want to lose any detail. This arrangement of Amazing Grace with bagpipes is being used because Becca's father was Scottish. |
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