Archives (2008)


By Bonnie Lewis 

My father, Chet Coldren, died of Alzheimer's disease on December 5th, 2007 -- last Christmastime.

I would like to share my story of an answer to prayer just hours before my father took his last breath. 

On the day that I received a call from my sister, Jo, that Dad was failing quickly, Cincinnati was experiencing a terrible ice storm. 

I so badly wanted to be at his side but told my sister I wouldn't be able to make the four-hour trip to Canton, Ohio.  

I mentioned to her how important it was to say the Chaplet of Divine Mercy for a dying person. I asked her if she and the other family members who were coming would say it for him. She assured me they would. 

After I hung up the phone, I got down on my knees in my bedroom and prayed the Chaplet with tears streaming down my face. When I finished I asked my guardian angel to please take my prayer to the bedside of my dad. 

About thirty minutes later, my sister called and said she had an idea: They were going to put me on speaker phone and asked if I would like to lead the Chaplet right now while family members were around my fatherís bed?  I was thrilled to be able to do this and began the Chaplet.

When I finished my sister asked me if I had heard people coming into the room.  

I said that I didnít hear a thing. She said at first she was upset because right at the beginning of saying the Chaplet two strangers opened the door and walked in. They didnít say a thing but went right to the bedside of my dad, took out their Rosaries, folded their hands, and began praying the Chaplet along with everyone else. 

My sister couldnít believe they knew the words. 

She then passed the phone to my aunt so she could talk with them and find out who they were. 

They told her they were from a local church not far away. One was a deacon and the two of them often come on Wednesdays to pray with patients. 

When they left, the nurses at the care center came running in to apologize to our family about letting these two people in the room during a very personal and solemn moment. 

The nurses said they had never seen them before and didn't know who they were or where they came from. 

As soon as I found this out, I knew in my heart that they were angels in disguise. I truly believe one of these two strangers was my Guardian Angel who answered my prayer, and the other one was my father's Guardian Angel. My aunt said she knew immediately the two strangers were angels when they began to pray. She felt a wonderful Holy Presence fill the room while they were there. What a tremendous gift from God! Our dear father received the last rights, was surrounded by angels and family, and died peacefully that evening.

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