Mom told me that a man sang to her all night long. I asked what song and she said he just sang. I spent the next day with my mom and at one point she asked me
"Did you hear that?" "Music" she whispered wide eyed. I walked around the house listening and could find no music.
On the third day my mother confessed to seeing a little girl in her room. At first she was afraid to tell me. She began by saying
" You know that place between being asleep and fully awake? " " yes mom ". she whispered ,"Well I don't want two men in white coats showing up at my door" her eyes grew big with fear as she continued, " I saw a little girl". My inquiring mind asked "Who was she mom"? " "Just a little girl",she answered.
I could sense my mothers fear and quickly assured her that God comes in all forms and she must not fear what she saw.
My sister and I were talking and we think that maybe it was herself as a child that she was seeing. That answer didn't seem to make sense to me. As we talked it came to me maybe it was an angel. My sister and I would both like to agree to this line of thinking.
I talked to one of her hospice workers. This particular lady has been taking care of many people over the last thirty years. When I told her about my mothers encounters her face lit up with a big smile. She said " it's her angels, and I have heard of these happenings many, many times. They are preparing her to move on". Her words brought serenity to my breaking heart.