MY DESCRIPTION OF HER:

1. The angel of death is a female, which means if Gabrielle is the taker of souls, Gabrielle is a woman.
2. She wears a long, flowing, green velvet gown.
3. She has long, flowing, sandy blond hair with waves.
4. She speaks gently without moving her lips.
5. Her hands are soft, warm, and she says, "Come with me..."

EVIDENCE OF GABRIELLE:

• My stepdad's father was dying of cancer, and in his last moments of life, when he had hallucinations of a woman with the description above frequently visiting his side.  She was beautiful he said, but she didn't talk.
• My grandmother died two months after she was supposed to, without knowing she was dying, and expressed her opinion about 'a stupid mute, who took off her oxygen, and wasn't a nurse.  She finally put her oxygen back on her.  She was a female, with the description above, who also didn't say a word.
• I was told to say goodbye to everyone close to me, as I would be dead in the morning.  In my hours that death was due, I felt her hand, experienced her love, but refused to go.  She let me stay.

Sometimes Death Must Be Accepted

AND sometimes it's a choice.

You Just May Have The Right To Say No:

I firmly believe that some of us are just given a quick glance at life so we don't take life for granted.  I honestly believe if I felt it was time for heaven, I would be there, but I yelled loud with my inner mind.  I screamed, "No!  I won't go!  I can't go!  I love the earth, I love my family and I love my surroundings!"  I refused to allow her warm hand to lead me to the tiny speck of white light far off in the complete blackness, and then I woke up.

My grandmother said she yelled at the strange woman as well.  She said, "Say...you dumb mute, put my oxygen back on!  You know I can't breathe like this!  You're going to kill me!"  She said the mute put her oxygen back on, and despite the doctors saying she would be gone in the morning, she got to stay for another three months with us!  

My stepdad's father was ready to go from the pain, and after the second time of talking about the beautiful woman, he did leave us, but I feel that it was because he just was too tired and drained, and just didn't want to feel like that any more.

So the moral of this story is if the situation is right, you can choose to stay, but you also have to be aware that it's for you to figure out how things are taken for granted.  When I got out of the hospital, I viewed everything in a whole new light.  The trees were beautiful, the air was so fresh, and I just felt so in love with nature.  Over time, I have to remind myself though, I'm taking things for granted again, so I can stay on track with appreciating what God has given me, and I want you to appreciate it too.

Many Blessings,
Teresa