Bruce,

Today my father would have been 85. However; on 29 Sept 2016, he fell to a massive stroke.
I did not know him in his later years, but early on he was a pure atheist.
A light out when you die kind of guy.

On 13 July 2017, my mother transgressed from her physical being.
With tremendous character, she fought a valiant battle facing her destiny.
She was a person of faith. She had a firm Bleaf that she would see her parents again.

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At the beginning of May just before mother's day,
her battle with Corticobasal Degeneration was entering its final stage.
The day after mother's day, she became bed ridden no longer having the strength to stand,
and oddly the street light in the front yard began to power cycle. As my mother's condition worsened,
the street light began to power cycle with shorter cycles between on and off.

During the month of June, my mother developed a severe case of sleep apnea.
Seemingly as the power cycles of the street light became more frequent,
and my mother's apnea became deeper, 30 seconds of not breathing, then 15 seconds of breaths.
When I wrote my 19 Jun 2017 letter to you, I was not sure she would live another day.

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The Monday after Mother's day she said, "I am sorry that I ruined your Disney trip."
I told her, "Mom that is a long way off. Do not worry. I am going no matter what."
She said, "Good. You have earned it."

On 6 Jun 2017, my mother kept saying that she was cold.
John and I covered her with blankets, and heating pads.
She reached out in front of her and said, “I think I see him.”
I asked who, and she said, “God”, “He is calling me”. I told her to go to him.
The stress of the situation was getting to John, and he rushed to the rest room to vomit.
At that time, mom opened her eyes asking how is her husband John.

A couple days later, my brother Lawrence and I were sitting beside mom lying in her bed.
She began reaching out in front of her, so I asked what she is reaching for,
and she said that she is reaching for a rainbow.
I told her, “That is beautiful.”

On 17 June 2017, with a grimace on her face, a soft no, no, oh no, emerged from my mother's mouth.
I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she was seeing a horrific battle.
I asked her who was fighting, and she said, the Yankees.
I immediately thought, she was seeing a civil war battle, then she said, "And red socks."
Soon after she said, “Something evil entered the room.”

On 26 June 2017, I was sitting beside my mother’s bed.
In a startled voice she asked, “Where are you?”
I said, “I am right here.”, and she said, “For just a minute, you turned off.”
I asked, “Do you want me to turn off my phone?”
She said, “No. You turned off. For a moment, you were not there.”
I asked, “Where did I go?”, and she said, “No. I went to Neverland.”

On 27 Jun 2017, Mom was reaching her hand up in front of her. I asked what she was reaching for,
and she said, “It is both light and dark. The light side is huge as everything.
The dark side is not there. It is absolute nothing.” Immediately my mind jumped to my equation.
I gave her some milk shake; she moved her head side to side saying that the object has moved into her mind.
I asked her what is the shape of the object, and she said it was a sphere.

She closed her eyes and turned her head to the right.
She said she sees a group of people that are dancing. I asked if she knew them, and she said no.
I asked if she wanted to dance with them, and she said, “Not yet.”

A couple days later she was reaching out for something saying over and over,
“No Way Jose.” She said was in a forest and was blue.
I asked if she could tell what it was and she said it was a blue Orangutan.
She then said, “No public bathroom”
I asked where, and she said Florida. She was in the Florida Keys.

On 5 Jul 2017, just before I took a long planned trip to Disneyworld,
I sat next to mom’s bed and told her my goodbyes.
I told her that there is something far greater than us at work in this Universe.
The way I see it, the Universe should not be here.
I told her that I BLeave that life is metamorphosis.
That our physical body is like a cocoon,
and that when we cross over, we become a spirit being.
We are to become a butterfly made of pure energy.

On 6 Jul 2017, I heard mom moaning. I went into her room.
I sat next to her. I checked her blood oxygen that was at 93 and heart rate of 73.
I pressed a drinking straw to her mouth. She moved her right hand to me, so I took her hand in mine.
While she was looking in my eyes, she softly grunted and moaned, and then she let out an ahhhhhh.

With her eyes still looking to mine, her hand and arm became limp.
I felt as if her spirit was leaving her body. Her foot was moving, so I took her foot in my hand.
I began telling her that we are here, naming family members,
telling her that they love her, and we all pray for your peace.
She would press her foot to my hand to let me know she was still with me.
At the time, I did not recognize she was having a stroke.

As I told her my final good bye, I will never forget her blood shot eyes.
I told her that I pray for her guardian angel to come take her from this physical prison,
and that to get to heaven you got to go through hell.
She smiled when I said that you have defiantly gone through hell.

I left for Disneyworld on 7 Jul 2017, my brother Charles stayed with mom,
and he called the power company to fix the failing light.
Just after midnight on the morning of the 13th,
my brother saw a bolide terminating above the neighborhood.
That day 13 July 2017, the power company fixed the street light.
The light was fully operational for just a few hours before my mother's passing.

Sitting at dinner, I just finished the best steak of my life.
Had my heart set on crème Brulee, but they did not have the caramel version.
I felt a finger press on the left side of the back of my neck. I turned to look, and there was no one. 
A couple of minutes later, I felt a tug on my shirt on left side near my kidney.
I looked at Emily and Christian and said, "I think I am losing it.
I just felt something tug on my shirt. Mom may have crossed."
About 5 minutes later, Charles called to tell me mom was gone.

That night,
I was having a dream that a group of older people were sitting in a circular venue like Disney's carousel of progress.
In the middle was my mother lying dead in her bed. As my mother sat up trying to speak
sticking her tongue out only making an UT crackling sound, the crowd was startled.
I rushed from my seat to help hold her up as she looked at me trying to speak only uttering UT, UT, UT.

I suddenly awoke from the dream at 5:43 AM,
and thought that I could see one of my grandkids opening the curtain letting in a glow of light.
As I looked closer, I could see that the light was just twilight shining through a crack in the curtain.

As I lay my head back down, in the corner of my eye I noticed at the foot of my bed, a glowing figure.
Like the waving light pattern on the bottom of a pool,
much like the image I remember when I was looking down from the trees the night of my death.

Without turning my head, I said out loud,
"Hi mom. I am going to miss you. Thank you for everything. Love you".
I knew that if I turn my head to get a direct look,
the ghostly image would disappear. I drifted back to sleep.