True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
My father died suddenly, at the age of 58, while he was on business in Canada. I felt badly that my siblings and I had not had a chance to say good-bye, and it troubled me very deeply that he died alone, without family and friends around him. We were all very close to him. One day I was vacuuming and I smelled pipe tobacco very strongly (my father was a pipe smoker), so strongly that it stopped me short. I had to stop and look around and see. I realized he came to tell me it was okay and that I could let go. I felt a deep peace after that.