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In 1962 my father Glenn Henderson died of leukemia in a small hospital in Pecos, Texas. In his last hours of life my mother and I reassured him of our love. While in a coma, he had been calling my mother’s name for over three hours.
When he fell silent and the doctor pronounced him dead, it was almost a relief. The doctor was accompanied by a nurse and an assistant. Father’s bed had been raised to a sitting position so that he could breathe more easily. The nurse later returned the bed to the prone position.
I told her that I had heard music the entire time. She assured me that no music was playing at that hour, which was shortly after three o’clock in the morning. My mother slumped into my arms as we sat on a settee nearby. Suddenly the nurse said to the doctor,” Do you see it?”
We looked up and saw a small figure, above my father’s prone body, shining as though wrapped in silver foil. It was in a sitting position, with knees bent and arms outstretched. It was joined to my father’s body by a silver cord.
We could see the window across from the bed through the rising form. All was gone in less than a minute.
While not a religious man, my father was a spiritual one, Of course, what mother and I saw could be explained as an illusion due to our emotional states, but a doctor and two nurses are witnessed the event.
They certainly were removed from this happening emotionally, having been in contact with my father for less than twenty-four hours, The nurse later said it was the second time she had witnessed such an event. It has been a great comfort to Mother and me through all the following years .
The experience confirmed our belief that we live on after death. My father was a strong and loving man who would give us proof of that if he could.
Robert C. Henderson
Land O’Lakes, Florida