This experience took place last year in February and thought I should share it now. This includes my mother, stepdad and myself.
During the weekend, I kept feeling that I should call my mother. A nagging feeling, but I brushed it off because we really didn't talk on the weekends, just everyday Monday through Friday. I had been busy with the weekend errands with my husband and kids.
Early Monday morning, I started my daily routine. All was peaceful, calm. Then I got a phone call from my sister, stating our mom was in the hospital. She said she was on her way, and told me what she knew as far as what had happened and when. She and I hung up and I was frantic.
She told me our mom had tried to take her life with my stepdad's revolver, but first tried a cocktail of pills. When the pills didn't do it fast enough, she tried the gun. This happened on the Sunday before this day, which was the following Monday.
We all were at the hospital, but my sister and I had to leave, as my stepdad and aunt stayed by her side. My mother was in a coma, and the surgeons didn't have good news. My mother may not make it through. I was in complete hysterics, as was my sister. I couldn't stop crying, I wasn't able to take of my children, I was devastated.
One week my mom was showing no improvement, and my stepdad was also dealing with his granddaughter possibly having a baby that may not make it through after birth. The doctors said it's a possibility, after a particular surgery, the baby could make it through.
That night after my stepdad told me this, I prayed hard and until I fell asleep. I had a what I would call a visitation, because of it feeling so real and being so vivid.
This dream, I was watching my stepdad and my mother in the hospital room. He was sitting in the corner and my mom laying in the bed. The room phone rang and it was my stepbrother, telling him the baby had passed away 4 days after the birth.
Then my phone rang and it was my mother, talking and carrying on like the usual. I watched her as she was talking to me, but with bandages over her eyes. She said she couldn't see, but she will be ok. I told her I loved her and we hung up. That's when I woke up, and was shocked but, had an overwhelming peace a knowing she would be ok.
That same morning, my stepdad called me and told me our mom was slowly showing movement and response to his voice. I told him gently the dream I had. He took it well and responded back by saying, "I know. I believe an angel came to me in the hospital while I was praying."
He continued to say that he had a vision, a bright light in front of him. He described it like a movie. He saw my mother laying in the hospital bed, an angel appeared behind her gently lifted her up, kissed her forehead and laying her back down. He said there was an overwhelming peace that came over him, he instantly knew she would be ok.
One month later, my stepdad called me and gave me the news about my niece. She had passed away four days after her birth. My mother would be released one week after this phone call. During my mom's stint in the hospital, she would listen to my voice over the phone when I would call, she couldn't talk, or hold the phone.