I had a meeting yesterday afternoon from 1 pm to 3 pm with Elma, Riss, and Momsie, who are all in their mid-60s. They all have married children with kids. They are all lolas.
One of them, fondly called Momsie by her family, friends, and business associates, is grieving over the death of her one and only son. Our meeting was supposedly set at 3 pm but upon her request, we moved it to 1 pm because she was waiting for the arrival of half of her son’s ashes from the US. The other half stays in the US with his family.
The colorectal cancer was discovered five years ago at stage 3. Her son underwent surgery and treatments. He had check-ups and tests every 3 months thereafter and all indications showed no more cancer.
This year was the 5th year and everyone was looking forward to him being declared cancer-free.
Momsie announced that they will all fly to the US to have a grand family reunion, to celebrate life, and it would be her treat. She wanted to bring her whole family to Florida. She applied for the renewal of her US visa which had expired a few years ago, but she was given a January 2020 interview date.
On October 26, the test results came out. Her son is cancer-free. No traces were detected. All the results showed no more cancer. They all got excited, most especially the mother, and started planning their reunion.
On November 3, he felt sick so his family rushed him to the hospital There, the doctors discovered that cancer did not retreat. It metastasized and was all over his stomach.
What followed was a heartbreaking acceptance that he was leaving soon. He and his mom agreed he would not give up. He would fight. Every hour he contacted his mom thru Skype so they could talk. His dad and sisters were able to immediately fly to Connecticut to be with him.
His condition was fast deteriorating, and he knew. There was no more physical strength, but they were all hoping for a miracle.
He saw a woman with wings wearing a white dress. He mentioned something about white clouds and doves. His sister allegedly was able to capture on camera the presence of white clouds in the hotel room and the white doves that flew out of the window followed by a strobe of light.
They all now believe that he was picked up by an angel. “Sinusundo.”
Momsie’s son told them “I am leaving on Sunday”, and every now and then he would ask what time it was. He knew. He felt it was his time.
He took his last breath that Sunday. He was 51.
I condole with the family of Momsie for their grave loss. May his soul rest in peace in the loving embrace of the Lord.
Thank you for sharing Kinakapatid Annie. It’s true about the white clouds. Before my Kuya Boy does, I thought I was dreaming. I woke up in the middle do the night and I saw white clouds in the shape of people hovering over my bed. I even woke up my husband and asked if he is seeing them. The next week my brother passed away. There are premonitions and we sometimes brush them thinking they are silly thoughts.
Thank you for sharing Kinakapatid Annie. It’s true about the white clouds. Before my Kuya Boy died, I thought I was dreaming. I woke up in the middle do the night and I saw white clouds in the shape of people hovering over my bed. I even woke up my husband and asked if he is seeing them. The next week my brother passed away. There are premonitions and we sometimes brush them away thinking they are silly thoughts.
Hi Peng,
I have also experienced something like that. Many don’t believe but I have experienced many supernatural occurrences and they are real, not a product of my fertile imagination.