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| My Dad and his family before
him were farmers and lived in the rural areas of Missouri.
Back then, when a relative was dying, they were not put
in hospitals as is likely to happen now, but neighbors
came and helped the family sit with the sick family
member around the clock. My Dad's aunt was the one that
was dying and her time was growing close. Even though it
was late at night, there were several people there. Dad
and two other men had stepped outside where the
temperature was cooler to smoke a cigarette and talk. A rain barrel was sitting at the end of the house away from where the men were standing. At the same time, the three of them turned toward the rain barrel and saw a mist forming over the it. The mist took on the image of his aunt then faded away. The men hurried into the house to tell the others what had happened. They were all standing around the bed crying. His aunt had just passed away. I guess she wanted to say good bye to all her family and friends who were there that night. |
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