Mr. R. would talk
about his deceased
brother, he dreamed
about him frequently;
also of an eagle
that would pick him up
and take him to heaven.
Ms A. would talk
about angels that
surrounded her,
I would sense a
light presence
around her, but
never saw them.
I could not reside
in the place
they dwelt,
but was fortunate
to have touched
the last days
of their lives,
and perceive the
in their eyes.


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Charlotte B. Williams
about 1 year

This life is definately not all there is. I'm so thankful for the Bible that teaches us of the Eternal life through Jesus Christ that we will have one day. I'm looking foward to it.

Robert L. Martin
about 5 years

A beautiful sad story indeed

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