My Sign My Mom Was OK 
In May 1983, my mother passed away after a one-year battle with breast cancer. She died at age 40 just shy of her 41st birthday. In my grief and after a nightmare in the middle of the night about her death, I woke up after 3 hours of sleep at 6 a.m. and went outside to go for a walk to shake off the nightmare. I looked up at the sky and prayed to God to please give me a sign that my mother was okay. I pleaded and cried out to God to let me know whether He was a Catholic God or what existence of Him I could have that He was a Higher Power and that my mother was okay because in my grief I could not imagine living a life without my mom.
I admit, I was a privileged young girl growing up and looked at the world through rose-colored glasses and took things for granted in my early life, and I was a typical Catholic who might have tended to be agnostic.
I first felt a caress on my cheek while I was lying down on a loveseat in a family room of our home as relatives from out of town were beginning to arrive for the funeral. This was the caress of something that felt like a feather, only softer than anything humanly possible. I looked up from where I was laying because I did not know if someone was behind where I was laying and had brushed something soft against my cheek. No one was around me in the room, and relatives from out of town were in the kitchen visiting with each other with their backs turned to me and were looking at family photo albums and getting food that was brought to the house.
I laid down again and thought "do it again" and I felt the caress again. This time I KNEW this MUST be an angel caressing my cheek because from where I was laying, if a family member had come up from behind me on the loveseat of which I was laying which was in the middle of the family room, I would have been able to see something, someone's hand or an object in my peripheral vision. I will always be very certain this was an angel wing or caress of an angel.
Then about 10 days after my mother's funeral, it was a typical weekday morning at 10 a.m. with the beautiful warm May breeze coming through the front door and morning sunlight streaming into the front livingroom through the doorway. I was on the telephone with my Aunt Dorothy, my mother's sister and was listening to her speak and was feeling melancholy about my mom of course when all of a sudden before me in the livingroom appeared the presence of the angel that I described above.
This makes me emotional just thinking about it.
Its presence was brief and peaceful, but its lasting effects were powerful. One thing that I always remember upon seeing this being of light/guardian angel, I was not able to hear my aunt's voice on the telephone for a brief 7-9 seconds that the angel was in my presence. I do not know why; it's like my sense of hearing took a quick brief "vacation" (lol), but when the angel got smaller and smaller into a small circle of light and then disappeared, I could hear my aunt's voice again. I actually said to my aunt, "Aunt Dorothy, you're not going to believe this, but I think I just saw an angel." Because of the different plane of spirituality or whatever you wish to call it, I had forgotten that I told my aunt this and had to re-remember it a few days later. I did say this to her. My aunt proclaimed, "Praise Jesus, Praise Jesus!" But she and I have been very quiet about the actual experience ever since over the years.
My aunt has had a vivid dream about my mother that she feels was a visitation from my mom. My father also had a vivid dream one night in the middle of the night that my mother had telephoned him to tell him she was okay. He told my sister, "It must have been a dream, but it seemed very real." Anytime I hear of any other spiritual experience similar, it overwhelms me because this is so rare of an occurrence.
It is truly Divine Intervention.
Thank you. Janine Koch :-)
