Face-to-Face with God
My dad died from cancer the day I turned 16 after about two weeks in a coma. It was really fast. There was a total of less than two months between diagnosis and his passing. He passed in the house. We had a hospice attendant and my mom was very good about seeing to him in those final days. Anyway, a lot of weird things happened after all that happened.
But one thing that happened still freaks me out to this day. It happened about twelve hours before he took to bed for the last time. He was in our living room napping on the couch while my mom was in the kitchen cooking. No one else was home. Suddenly, he jerked awake and was shouting for my mom in a very loud, agitated voice. Clearly angry with her.
“Beverly! Don’t do that! Don’t EVER do that again!” She ran into the room, alarmed, and asked what he was talking about. And, without any explanation, he simply said, “Don’t do that. Don’t walk past me like that in that long, black wig.” Sometimes I think he saw the grim reaper. It was the eeriest thing I’ve ever experienced.