Eagle heart,
thank you for sharing these wonderful stories and I don't doubt you for a moment!

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Eagleheart..the night that my daughter was dying..she was in a coma actually..but she woke from her deep sleep a few times and she was in our country cottage then..the place she chose to be with us, her family, during her last summer. And she knew it was her last summer...I,too,think that she was traveling slowly gently to her place of rest..eventho her body was still alive for awhile on earth. The stillness that came after her last breath..was magical, mysterious..and in her case, I think that heaven itself came down to take her in its arms. Well, it felt like that anyway..the stillness and the light. She was only 11 yrs old..so maybe heaven does this for their children that are coming home?

Absolutely, Humlan...all of heaven's sweetest angels were right there, singing beautiful songs for her, and I am sure that Jesus Himself came and swept her in His gentle arms and took her dancing across the universe.

gims, i'll for that book, thx.

You have all written some very personal and profound experiences. These are experiences I never would hear about in my "actual" life. I'm appreciate all that you have been through, and thank you for sharing.

Dancing across the universe, Eagleheart! What a picture! I love it and so did she, I am sure! Love you!!!!

My adoptive parents and grandparents were very active, right up until their deaths. Daddy worked a farm and had a herd of 200 cattle until he was 90 years old. My grandfather walked 2 1/2 miles the day he entered the hospital with double pneumonia, at the age of 91. Both mom and grandma were active, healthy and wonderful. I'd like to stay active and keep going into old, old age. But all I was saying is that those are the lucky ones. The MS folks I referred to before are all go-getters and keep motoring around that County Home. They all have a smile on their faces and are sweet, sweet people. I don't why some people seem so blessed and others seem to have an uphill battle just to survive. When I get to Heaven, I've got to ask God about that one!

Jabber, that's on my list of things to ask God.

Last week, one of the most beautiful women I've ever known died suddenly - on her way to church! She was so full of life, very active in the church and her community, had a close-knit family with her sons and grandchildren - only about 50 years old. It's downright baffling how such a healthy, vibrant woman who brought so much joy to so many lives could just drop dead while others so much older and sicker languish in hospital beds just begging to die. It's not that I think or even imagine that one life means more than another, it's not my call, and I know better than to question God's purpose for anyone other than myself. Still, I admit, it baffles me. Why some people live forever when they'd rather die, and others die so young when they'd rather live forever.