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I want to share a story that still gives me chills when I thing about it. My Great Uncle Raymond spoke about when his little brother passed away when they were children. The family gathered in the room as he was dying in his home with a doctor present. He said his little brother look up and said, "Do you all see that Angel?" And no one could see it except for my Uncle, who was a child, and his dying little brother. He said the Angel was flying at the top of the ceiling, and then sat on the bed next to his brother. This story upset him to speak if it. My Uncle was one of the sweetest men I have ever known. He worked his entire life, and never had a chance to get a proper education, so he always maintained a child-like innocents to him. He said he had wondered his whole life how that Angel got into their house. He said, " I checked all of the windows, and I still can't figure out how he got into the house?" What is so amazing to me is that he knew so much he saw the Angel, that was not the mystery of the story, he just could not figure out how the Angel got into the house. I loved to hear him tell this story.
God Bless! Betty