“You can’t go! It’s not your time. You haven’t done what you’re supposed to do!”
God, personal communication, June 28, 1981
Have you ever had a moment in your life when an unusual event happened so unprecedented and dynamic that no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase the feeling or let go of the memory? It remained so clear in your thoughts that when you closed your eyes, you relived it exactly as if it was happening over and over again?
June 28, 1981, the alarm rang at 5:30 a.m. It startled me, and I bolted upright out of bed. My heart pounded from the unexpected noise. I spoke a few nonsensical words to my husband Tom, but felt so tired that I could not keep my eyes open. I fell back to sleep.
I don’t remember having a rigid seizure or hearing Tom call 911. I have a cloudy image of a police officer in our bedroom who, coincidentally was near our house when the emergency call came into that tiny South Dakota town. I don’t remember being put in the ambulance or being taken to Spearfish Hospital. I sunk into a thick fog. Occasionally, my consciousness heard a familiar voice or noise, but only briefly. They disappeared as I moved into a deeper sleep.
I felt a very loving, kind heavenly spirit surround me. The essence of the spirit was masculine, but he seemed like an angel. His body was not detailed; it was illuminated, with a radiant white glow.