My father was dying of cancer.
It was near the end and we had him at home,
comfortable and in no pain. He was comatosed 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 ok 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 Cloud. 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 the beautiful Angel going home. I now believe.. I will
always believe.
