Painting of Jesus
My dad was terminally ill and he was very aware of the fact that his time on earth would be very short. He accepted this and made peace with God, family and most of all himself. One afternoon when he was alone at home he heard a doorbell.
A very distinguished looking man in a very nice suit greeted him at the door. He held an original oil painting of Jesus. "This is for you to keep. Please accept this." My dad being a very devout Catholic gratefully accepted this. The man did not charge him for the painting. After my dad placed it inside the house he turned around to thank him but when he did the man dissappeared! He never even knew his name or where he came from.
My dad never saw him again and he told me this story before he passed on. He never mentioned it but I believe strongly that he was the Angel of Death who came to bring a message of love and hope to my dad. To this day this painting hangs in my dad's bedroom as a constant reminder that love is eternal.
Every now and then my dad visits me in my dreams. Especially when I'm going through my dark times. I don't always remember what he says but I always can feel his love for me.