I was bedridden a little over a year ago. I caught a fever. My temperature fluctuated for a week. I recall waking up at 2 am because of such an urgency to start praying. I would say it was an almost audible voice I heard. I would never have woken up on my own if I never sensed the words telling me to wake up and start praying. I knew it was time. 266 miles away from my home, my uncle in Los Angeles was slipping in to his eternal sleep. His name was Florante and he was diagnosed with 4th stage lung cancer. In my meditation, I remember feeling at peace. I affirmed out loud as if he was in my bedroom and said that everything will be alright. Then I said my goodbye. I quickly fell back asleep and had three dreams within a dream about myself waking up from each dream. I finally woke up to an asthma attack. I medicated myself, then back to sleep I drifted. I was not completely aware of the time, but it seemed just a few minutes later, when I sensed the lights turn on in the hallway outside my room. My door opened and I quickly sat up as if I never slept. It was my mom. She told me that my uncle had just passed away. Before she could complete her sentence, I said “I know.”

How did I know? I don’t know. I just knew. It was the most chilling night I have ever had.

Sometime before that evening my dad had partly opened my window to air out my room of stubborn bugs that were keeping me ill. I didn’t realize they were opened the entire night, until it was near dawn after my uncle died. A very strong gust of wind came into my room. I can’t forget how beautiful the neighbor’s wind chimes sounded. Though the chills kept coming, I had a calm and peaceful feeling over me.

4 days before his passing, he celebrated his 64th birthday in California. My family attended and my parents were able to reach him with God’s gift of salvation. I caught a cold during the time of his birthday, and when we returned home it had only gotten worse. I remember an afternoon when I was driving home after picking up my brother from school. There was a white dove that flew across from our driveway as I was turning to park. I had never seen one so close just a few feet from the windshield. In my uncle’s last month when he was diagnosed with cancer, my brother and I would see this dove almost everyday he had school. It would be on the neighbor’s lawn with a group of pigeons. It had never crossed our path until that afternoon. It was also the last time I was outside of the house and not long before the night of his passing.

I remember when I was fresh off the plane from the Philippines in 1993. My uncle’s face was the second familiar face I saw after being reunited with my dad. He was the father of my cousin who came with us to board the plane en route USA. Christmas was just around the corner. He and his wife brought us over to a party at his workplace where my sister and I were showered with many gifts. I’ve never had that many presents in one year. He was a good citizen. He worked for the Los Angeles Metrolink as a bus driver. During a very challenging time of my life (2008) when I lived apart from my family because of an adversity between my dad and I, I hid from everyone and lived with a good friend. I recall stepping into a bus for work one day. I had never known my uncle’s daily route until I looked up and saw his familiar face. We smiled and he was glad to see that I was alright. I readied to give my fare, but he refused it, and told me to take a seat instead. I said “Thank you!”, and strangers on the bus must’ve thought I was nuts when I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. 🙂

He was laid to rest one year ago today. I love you and miss you Tito (Uncle) Flor!

By His Grace, Sheela



About Sheela Leigh

Hello, welcome! :) This space has everything that I am passionate about. I am a Christian writer, artist, and a health enthusiast dedicated to helping others live with passion.

Posted on November 18, 2013, in Devotion, On Christianity, On Church, On Circumstances, On Friendship, On Giving, On Judging Others, On Life's Purpose, On Lifestyle, On Loving Others, On Moving On, On Relationship, Rethinking, thoughts and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. What a touching and well-written story. The love for your uncle and the deep feeling of loss at his death is a message of God’s amazing grace for you and your family.

    Your uncle would be so proud of you! I know I sure would be if I was your dad or uncle. I’d be sayiong to everyone, “Sheela has been blessed by her Lord with a gift to reach people through her writing. You’ve just got to go on Mind’s Seat and read all of her blogs. They will deepen your faith and encourage you in your life.”

    Take comfort knowing that four days before your uncle’s death your parents brought him the gift of salvation.

    I can identify with your bouts with illness. When I was 17 I got a flu so bad that I had a fever of 105F. I was off school for over a month.

    My teachers got together and unanimously decided to just grade me on the term work I completed. They said it was their way of acknowledging how I had been such a hard-working student.

    I breathed a prayer of thanks to my Lord. Through that experience I was given a gift of grace that I will never forget.

    You too have your memories of Tito (uncle) Flor you will never forget. Cherish them. The loving memories of those we love live on in us as who they were and always be to us lives on in us.

    God’s peace and comfort be with you.



  2. wisediscerner

    That was so beautiful! Thank you for sharing such a touching story.

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