This story was told to me by my best friend's wife upon his passing several years ago. First, let me give you a little background about my friend. He was in a wheel chair and had been ever since an accident with a train as a teenager. He had lost both of his legs up to his hips and was told almost every year that he only had 6 months to live.
He fooled them all, he went on to live another 30+ years. He lived life to the fullest each and every day, never letting anything get him down. Unfortunately, he developed complications later on in his life and his health slowly began turning for the worse. He was always in the hospital and hated every minute of it. I would often visit him and it seemed to brighten his day. If any of his closest friends visited, it was a pick me up for him.
As he got worse, he told his wife he didn't want to die in a hospital, he wanted to die at home. She agreed, even though she wasn't really ready for what was about to happen. I visited him several times, but I just could bear to see him in that state and felt guilty about not doing more with him while he was healthy. Shortly after bringing him home, his wife noticed he would be talking to someone. When asked, he would say he was talking to his mother or an Aunt or Uncle who had already passed before him. That they were there to help him move. His wife thought this was because of the illness or the medicines he was taking. But he insisted that it was his family and friends he was seeing and talking to. I think he thought she could see them too.
She decided to start taking photos when he was talking to these relatives and friends and the images that appeared where breath taking. I only wish I had them to share with the site. The orbs, mist, and streaks she captured over him and around him were not able to be explained. It wasn't dust or any of the normal causes for the orbs as he was in a sanitized room due to the infections he was prone to at the time. I think it was his family and friends coming to show him the way home.
After his passing, the guilt I felt for not spending more time with him was tremendous. But his wife came to me one day and said she had talked to him or rather he had talked to her and that I shouldn't feel guilty as we would see each other again and we would do those things we had planned to do.