My mother was dying! I wasn't ready to let her go! She had previously had numerous health problems and this was just another episode. I knew that she would pull out of it. As I sat beside her hospital bed, I cried silently and prayed for God to make her better. She was so weak and fragile. I didn't want her to suffer. Why did it have to happen to her? She was a good person who loved the Lord. As I watched her struggle to breath with the aid of oxygen, I knew that she was in serious trouble. After four days, her condition worsened. I was exhausted and had not had much sleep. Each day she would ask someone what the date was. We would tell her. She would respond, by telling us that she didn't want to die before Christmas because it would ruin our Christmas.On the fifth evening, I was sitting by her bed holding her hand. She woke up and told me to let go of her hand because the i.v. was hurting her. Not wanting to cause her any pain, I let go. After a while, she woke again and asked me if I was still holding her hand. I told her no because I didn't want to hurt her. She went back to sleep. A little while later, she woke up laughing and told me that she had just experienced something wonderful. She said that all of her pain was gone. She said that even as she spoke to me she still didn't have any pain. I told her that was great. She then said it was 'heaven.' It was not until the next day that I learned more of what had happened the night before. The preacher had come by to visit her and I told her to tell him about her experience. She told him what had happened. She said that she knew that I had been holding her hand. When she learned that I wasn't holding her hand any longer, she knew that it was the 'Lord' that had her by the hand. On December 13, 1995, my mother passed away. It was not until after her death, that I fully understood why she kept asking the date. She was waiting for the 13th to arrive. My mother was born on July 13, 1913. She died on December 13. Her name as she signed it, had 13 letters in it (Opal F. Droptini). She had 13 biological grandchildren. She had 13 brothers and sisters. Her favorite number was 13. She would always joke that she would never stay in a room that had the #13 when traveling. When asked why, she would reply, because most hotels don't have a room #13 or a 13th floor. Last but not least, the number 13 was common to my mother and Jesus. Together they planned her departure on the 13th, just as Jesus planned his departure with his 12 diciples making 13. She did not want to go before Christmas arrived. Since Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ, December 13th was suitable for her leave, since it marked the beginning of the 12 days of Christmas. It would also be the beginning of her new life with Christ. THE BIRTH OF AN ANGEL! How it changed my life:I am now closer to God. I speak to my mother everyday. I feel that she is watching over me. I feel her presence always, and I've inherited the lucky number 13.
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