My Dad passed away Dec. 7, 1999. Several weeks before dying, Dad began to see Jesus and the angels around us. Mom and Dad moved in with us in March '99, so that I could help with Dad, as Mom was not very well either, plus my husband , Sid, was very ill. So, the plan was for all of us to help each other and take care of Sid and Dad, with the help of outreach nurses.

Dad was such a good patient and never complained; he was happy being with his family and knowing Mom was not by herself.

When he first started seeing family angels, he would ask, Mom, did you see his brother., Myrtle and the baby? Mom said, "No, did you"? He replied that they were in the kitchen, but he had not talked to them. Then he told Mom and me, he was expecting Uncle J.D. and Aunt Iva, and about that time the door bell rang. I went to the door not knowing what to expect, but it was friends from out of town that Dad had told us was coming also.

We talked about the angels, God and all the beautiful things God had done for us in our lives.

One day Dad was especially ill, and he began to see the light. Our daughter, Peggy, a nurse, had already told us when he began to see the light, to tell him it was o.k. to go toward the light, but before I could do that, I had to ask, "Dad, is it pretty"? His answer was, "Oh, it is beautiful."

My aunt passed away in July '99 and was with us daily before her death. We came back from the funeral and Dad wanted to know where we had been. Mom said, "My sister, Stella, died and we just had her funeral." He said, "but, she can't be, I see her around my bed every day." We never did make Dad believe that Stella was dead.

Then, another day, he asked me if I sold Mrs. Flache, a long time friend and another lady anything? Since I had been in the retail business, I told him I guess I had. Mrs. Flache had been dead about ten years.

He was so anxious for God to call him home. One day he told me he needed a ticket to catch the bus at Rochester, God's bus. So, I got him an alcohol pad for his ticket, and then got on the bed beside him. He would hold that ticket up, and finally, I asked, "what are you doing Dad"? Dad said, "Well, God and P.G., my brother, was in front of us and he wanted God to see him." I said, "Dad, God will see you when he is ready for you."

He began to see all his brothers, Mom, Dad, all of Mothers' family that were all dead. He saw Sids family and angels he did not know.

One night Dad said, "Honey, if you ever prayed, pray that God will take me home tonight." Once again, I got on the bed with him and prayed, that if it was God's will, take my Dad tonight, and don't let him suffer. But still, it was not time for Dad, because he had many more angels to see. Dad always saw two angels with me all the time, and I pray they are still with me.

I told Dad one day, "God must be preparing you a beautiful place, because it's taking Him so long to come for you." Dada was almost 92 years old when he died.

When Dad was going into the coma, our daughter, Peggy, told us, "Now Pa can hear us," so Sid said, "Let's sing Amazing Grace," So, Mom, Peggy, Sid and I began to sing Amazing Grace. Dad opened his eye, a tear rolled down his cheek, and he began to mouth the words with us. God and all his angels must have been with us because, we sang two more verses.

Dad would tell us to be quiet, and would say, "Can't you hear the singing, it's beautiful", then sometimes would say, "they are praying and preaching and it's wonderful."

I can't describe all the beautiful things Dad told us about, but I can assure you there is a God in heaven and his band of angels.

Mom and Dad had been married almost 74 years and when Dad came out of his coma the next morning and tried to talk to me, I said, "Don't talk Dad, you are too weak," then Mom came to the other side of the bed, and Dad looked and said, "Well, there is Mama." Those were the last words Dad spoke, He passed away the next morning, in the early hours, with his family at home, where he wanted to be with Peggy, and outreach nurses to helping him to die without pain.

I always thought that Psalms 23:4, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me, was for the person that was dying; but I have learned that it's for the caretaker as well.

Dad told everyone that visited about God and the angels. We thank God for the life that Dad lived and the many miracles that was shown to us during this time.

Mom and Dad were members of the Primitive Baptist Church for 73 years.

We miss Dad very much, but we know that he is with his Heavenly Father and His band of angels.