My mother was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, the outcome...death. I could not accept that. I surfed the internet looking for some positive feed back...nothing. She just turned 65, able to apply for old age pension, her house was mortgage free, she raised 6 children alone as my father passed away at the young age of 39 with a massive heart attack and now they were grown and on her own. Her life was devoted to God and her children and grandchildren. I prayed to God every night to spare my mother, I could not bear to see her go. As sick as she was she still doted on us until close to the end. She wanted to die at home so my sister did a room over in her house and moved her in and put her piano in and a television, she was in a hospital bed and pallative care came in to help. One day when I went out to visit mom, she took out a picture of her and said this is how I want you to do my hair. I swallowed hard and I could feel myself falling apart inside, but I smiled and told her sure mom...Then I went outside and bawled my eyes out. (ps. I was a hairdresser) I wiped my eyes and went back in and started cutting her hair...every time my sister maneuvered her frail body she cried out in pain. I tried to not cry...I kept telling her...Mom got to go out for a cigarette break...I would scream out to God...How can you do this to my mother, she dedicated her life to you, she was a saint. Then I would wipe away my tears go back in and kept cutting and taking more breaks. Finally I was almost done, went out one more time. But this time I was calm. I looked up and I said...God, I can't pray for my mother to live anymore...but God, I can't pray for her to die...I prayed for her to live and she is, but Lord this is not living....so Lord I am putting this in your hands to do what you have to do. But please...If you can, will you send an angel to watch over her. Then I wiped my eyes and went back in. It was weird...the heaviness in my chest and body was gone...all that was left was peace. That night I decided to stay over night...I slept in the spare room. The next morning I went in her room, she was sitting up, she looked beautiful, she smiled at me and said "Carolann, I had the strangest dream last night. There was this angel hovering over my bed all night and she had you face...but what was weird was there was a big blue box in the middle of your chest. It was then that I knew, He had answered my prayers, my prayers before were for me...I wanted her to live because I loved her and could not bear for her to go. Now my prayers were for her for she knew she was going with God. She passed shortly after. She made us all a tape of her music and wrote us all a letter telling us about when we were born and how she felt when the doctors first put me in her arms and how much she loved me...I cherish it forever. But a little thing in the back of my head kept nagging at me...what was the blue box in the middle of my chest. I thought there had to be some kind of meaning to it. I never did tell her about what I asked God. I just felt the love of God go through me when she told me about the angel. So years later I was telling my sister and her husband who lived away about this. We were just sitting around and reminiscing about stuff and I told them this story. My sister went in the kitchen to make some tea and her husband jumped up and said..."Debbie...omg...the blue box! I got excited, so there was a blue box...I knew that there was something to that blue box...Debbie came back in the room and Keith said "Tell Carolann what the blue box in the middle of her chest is." Debbie looked at me and said "its a life support machine." You see about 10 years before she passed away I was very sick and had to have a triple bypass, I was only 30. Mom spent day and night with me. They had me on life support. It all made sense...Mom was my angel and now I was hers. I will always miss her but will always feel her near...because God is near and dearest to my heart and He holds all my loved ones until we someday be together.