Decades ago, my mother passed away when I was sent out of her room so the dr could examine her. I was so distraught that I had not been there for her in her last moments. That night, I awoke suddenly and sat up in bed, aware something was happening.
There, at the foot of my bed, was my mother, but young, glowing and beautiful. She was wearing a long flowing white gown which was glowing as much as her body. I called out to her and she simply said, " I am ok. I love you." Then, she simply faded away into nothingness.
I leaped from the bed to call my relative who was a preacher and told him of this wonderful visit as my Mother left this realm. He scolded me and told me that it was the devil's work, that Mother had already, instantly gone on to Heaven and was not visiting me.
He cited the passage where Christ is on the cross and speaks to the thief hanging next to him..."I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise." I cried so hard and even turned my back on anything religious for a long time because of that. Yet in the years to come, I realized that the Bible was translated and written so many times that even punctuation could be altered. So I read that passage again.
"I tell you the truth today, that you will be with me in paradise."
No time frame there, no instant going to Heaven, dont stop and ease the heart of a daughter so filled with guilt and heartbreak at not being there for her mother's final moment.
My mother DID visit me! She let me know she was ok and she loved me. Why would anyone try to take that away from a grieving daughter?