Bill passed to the other side in September of 2010. But this was not to be the last time I
saw him or felt his presence.
In the same year in the month of December I started having a
great deal of trouble with my eyes.
I had previously been diagnosed with macular degeneration (the dry type)
which seems to plague our family in later years. My already challenged vision, seemed to take a dramatic change
and it was very unnerving. I had
Darrell call the Moran eye center to get an appointment with Dr. Bernstein.
Darrell explained my situation and desire to see the Doctor and they told us
Dr. Bernstein was out of the country and would not be able to get me an
appointment with him for at least 3 weeks. My heart sunk and I was afraid that if I had to wait that
long something seriously wrong would happen to my vision. The next day Bonnie, from the Moran Eye
Center called to ask how I was.
Bonnie had been the person in charge of the eye study I had participated
in earlier. Bonnie had never called
me before or since and I felt that there had been an influence on her on my
behalf. Bonnie suggested I go to
the Moran emergency center. I
really felt reluctant to do this because it is so hard for me to describe what
it is like when you can’t see well.
I asked her what she would do and she responded, “If it was me, I would
go.” I called Val and she
took me in. The next day
they gave me a shot to stop the leaking of a blood vessel that was causing the
vision problems I was having.
I was so grateful for getting some quick results and help
for my situation that I distinctly remember praying on my way down the stairs
of my home to give thanks to God for the intervention in my life. As I walked into the bedroom, I was startled as I saw Bill’s face in
front of me, He was smiling at
me. His face was smooth and
healthy and he looked so very good. He looked at me and I got the impression he was saying “ I
told you I would take care of you!”
I became aware of him going by me and up the stairs. Because I was startled all I could get
out at the time was “thanks Bill.”
I have been conscience of his presence at other times since
and I know he is aware of what is going on here and I am grateful for his help.
Since Bill died I have also seen my Mother. It was a dream and she was standing by
the bed in her little navy blue dress with little white and pink flowers and a
white collar. She was smiling at
me and she looked like she did when I was a kid. I tried to go toward her and said Mother I am so glad to see
you but I couldn’t. I hadn’t seen
her for forty years. It was so
good to see her.
