David G. Bromley

In 1980, my grandmother passed away, I was very close to her. I lived in Virginia, and didn't have a lot of money, and my grandmother was being buried in southern Ohio.
Well, my brother came and got me from Ohio to take me back to Ohio for her funeral. He came in the evening, and he and my husband drank a couple beers, and I had been crying for 24 hours. I decided I would go to sleep, or try to, so I went upstairs to bed.

It was August, very warm out, and i had my bedroom window up. Apparently I finally dozed off, but i felt someone looking at me. Thinking it was my husband I looked up and there was something standing there, I guess my guardian angel, it was about 4 feet tall, it had a long flowing dress on, with long grayish white hair to the floor, both hair and dress or gown blowing in the breeze, but it didn't have a face, it was just white and kind of see through, a very ethereal looking vision. I believed it to be of male gender, ( why I don't know ) and I felt it communicating to me that i was to stop crying, my grandmother was in a place far better than she had been, and she was fine and happy.

A feeling of peace came over me, and I looked over to see if my husband had seen it, and he was up on his elbow, he had seen it also. I always thought I would be afraid of something like that, but it was the most beautiful experience I have ever encountered.

My family went to Phuket for a holiday in the sun where my mother(35), who was recovering from breast cancer could rest. We stayed at a resort on the beach which consisted of small bungalows and a central dining room and recreation area attached to the main reception. I was only 11 years old and my sister Vanessa was 12. My father, Vanessa and I went swimming in the ocean while Toni(9) was looking after Kerry (who was only a year old) on the shore. They were building sand castles and digging holes while we swam. It was a beautiful day and we had the entire beach to ourselves. Mum was 100 meters back asleep in the bungalow and could not see or hear the beach from behind the dunes. Dad and Vanessa and I swam and floated about happily until suddenly I couldn't touch the bottom. I didn't realize I was in trouble until I heard my Dad start to shout "Help! Toni, bring a rope!" I tried to swim back in but we were caught in a rip, which is a strong undercurrent that was taking us out to sea. The water was quite rough and I was swallowing a lot of water. I couldn't see Vanessa and my Dad was swimming between the two of us trying to get us back to shore but the current was too strong. He kept shouting to Toni to get some help but she just sat on the beach and waved at us. I realized that she couldn't hear us. We were too far out and she just thought we were waving at her.
I didn't know what to do. I was exhausted and had swallowed a lot of water so I knew I was drowning. I could hear the panic in my usually calm father's voice and I knew that my sister on the beach wasn't going to get help. I thought, "this is it! I'm going to die now" and so I just resigned myself to it. Suddenly there was an arm under my chin and someone was pulling me in to shore. I looked across the beach when they were carrying me up the beach and saw that they had also rescued my sister. Someone gave me mouth to mouth resuscitation and pumped all the seawater out of my stomach. Dad seemed to be OK. Toni was crying and saying she didn't know and she couldn't hear us calling for help. So who had alerted the people from the hotel that we were drowning on the beach? My Mother! She had been in a deep sleep in the bungalow when she was awakened by my father's voice in her ear. She had been startled because she had thought he was in the room with her and she wondered who was looking after the children on the beach. Mum had run to the Hotel Lobby and got help and a rope and they had all run down to the beach where they were just in time to save us. My mother told us later that an Angel had brought my father's voice to her as clear as day when Toni who was sitting on the beach watching us, couldn't hear that we were drowning.

When I was about 14 there was an altercation in my family or what was left of it and this resulted in my being admitted to a mental institution in Milledgeville, Georgia.

In the days after I was admitted was the blackest days of my life up to that time. My father had
betrayed me and it felt as if my life was over.

I slept in a dorm with about 10 other ladies of varying ages there was no separation of kids my age and older people.

I had been completely miserable for days and really wished to die.

One night a lady came and set down on my bed and talked to me. I never occurred to me that I could see this lady in total pitch blackness and even more that the nurses had not come into my room to quiet me down as there was no talking allowed after lights out.

For several nights after that this lady came every night and I seemed to get better, less worried. And as that happened the lady came less and less often.

Until finally she didn't come any more and I missed her.

Upon my release I went to visit my Maternal Grandfather. When I walked into the house there was a picture hanging on the wall in the living room. It was the lady from the hospital!!

I asked my Grandfather how he got the picture and was told that it was a picture of my Grandmother who died before I was born.

Did I just remember this picture from my troubled childhood and fabricated the visits to relieve myself of stress??

Think what you will but I believe that my grandmother was and still is my guardian angel.

This story is about a visit that my mother had from her mother. My grandmother died about 14
years ago this year. This situation happened about 5 or 6 years after my grandmother had
passed.

My grandmother was sick and it was a long, painful illness.. After she had died obviously my
mother was very distraught.. About 2 years after my grandmother had died we moved to another state. We had a dog that my dad had given her when she was 16. Our dog Jeremy had lived till he was 17. He was like another child in the family. About a year after we moved he died. My mom was very upset about this also. About a week after our dog died. My mom had a dream (or a visit). It was a Saturday morning and she woke up as usual and went down to make breakfast.. As she was heading downstairs out of her bedroom to her surprise my dog was sleeping at the foot of her bed. She was so happy to see him.. So she went about her day as usual and Jeremy followed her around like always. So daytime came and went. She was getting ready to go to bed and had put her nightgown on, she came out of the bathroom and my grandmother was standing there. My mother got hysterical and cried telling my grandmother how much she loved and missed her. My grandmother said, we just wanted to come back and say goodbye it is now time for us to go, we love you. Then my grandmother and Jeremy were gone..

I believe my grandmother came to tell my mom that she was doing well and happy at peace..

My name is Bryan, and I am serving in the U.S. Navy overseas in Guam. I am twenty years old now, and I have lived in Houston, Tx. for most of my natural life.

When I was ten year old however, my fathers company had a company picnic on Galveston island. My brother and I had just finished eating, so we took off for the beach, forgetting to tell my father where we would be.

We got to the shoreline, and I dove into the water as my brother stopped to play in the sand. I
began swimming out to a sand bar, but as I kept swimming, the current began to drag me
further and further from the shore. When I realized that I could no longer touch the ocean
floor, I began to panic. I screamed for my brother and began to thrash in the water wildly. My
brother stood up and ran for the beach house where my parents were, but my energy was
running out, and I began to sink below the surface.

As I did, I could see only brown water above me. After a few seconds however, I saw a mans
face appear above where I was. He reached down into the water, and brought me to the surface. This man was very fit, and he had almost perfect features. He was unusually quite, and he made no facial expressions at all. He was almost inhuman in a way. He brought me to where the water came up to my knees, and then he sat me down.

I leaned over to catch my breath, but when I stood up to thank him, he was gone. I walked the rest of the way to the shore and asked my brother if he had seen the man who had just saved my life.

He looked at me with a crazy expression, and said "What man, we are the only ones on this beach. There is no one else in the water."

As I looked around, I saw that this was true. He had told me that the reason he was going for help, was because no one else was out there. A very creepy feeling came over me, and I stared at the ocean for a while.

I still wonder to this day who that man really was.

*Back To Main*
	*ANGEL STORIES* I had to return by brother's car to him one raining day. I asked my sister to go with me but she refused. This made me extremly mad so i left the house driving lile a mad woman. I made a left turn onto a side street and was to stop for a stop sign, but in my anger I slowed down and was trying to make the right turn ,my foot was off the gas but not on the brakes. When I tryed to turn the wheel it felt like someone had hold of it from the left. My first thouhgt was who had the wheel . The car came to a complete stop my foot was not on anything not the brake or the gas. In the side of my eye I saw a car zoom past going way over the speed limit. If I had pulled out i would not be here today. At that same second my car wheel loosened and I made the turn. I was not mad anymore...........I still dont know who that was but i do know they saved my life. In 1980, my grandmother passed away, I was very close to her. I lived in Virginia, and didn't have a lot of money, and my grandmother was being buried in southern Ohio. Well, my brother came and got me from Ohio to take me back to Ohio for her funeral. He came in the evening, and he and my husband drank a couple beers, and I had been crying for 24 hours. I decided I would go to sleep, or try to, so I went upstairs to bed. It was August, very warm out, and i had my bedroom window up. Apparently I finally dozed off, but i felt someone looking at me. Thinking it was my husband I looked up and there was something standing there, I guess my guardian angel, it was about 4 feet tall, it had a long flowing dress on, with long grayish white hair to the floor, both hair and dress or gown blowing in the breeze, but it didn't have a face, it was just white and kind of see through, a very ethereal looking vision. I believed it to be of male gender, ( why I don't know ) and I felt it communicating to me that i was to stop crying, my grandmother was in a place far better than she had been, and she was fine and happy. A feeling of peace came over me, and I looked over to see if my husband had seen it, and he was up on his elbow, he had seen it also. I always thought I would be afraid of something like that, but it was the most beautiful experience I have ever encountered. My family went to Phuket for a holiday in the sun where my mother(35), who was recovering from breast cancer could rest. We stayed at a resort on the beach which consisted of small bungalows and a central dining room and recreation area attached to the main reception. I was only 11 years old and my sister Vanessa was 12. My father, Vanessa and I went swimming in the ocean while Toni(9) was looking after Kerry (who was only a year old) on the shore. They were building sand castles and digging holes while we swam. It was a beautiful day and we had the entire beach to ourselves. Mum was 100 meters back asleep in the bungalow and could not see or hear the beach from behind the dunes. Dad and Vanessa and I swam and floated about happily until suddenly I couldn't touch the bottom. I didn't realize I was in trouble until I heard my Dad start to shout "Help! Toni, bring a rope!" I tried to swim back in but we were caught in a rip, which is a strong undercurrent that was taking us out to sea. The water was quite rough and I was swallowing a lot of water. I couldn't see Vanessa and my Dad was swimming between the two of us trying to get us back to shore but the current was too strong. He kept shouting to Toni to get some help but she just sat on the beach and waved at us. I realized that she couldn't hear us. We were too far out and she just thought we were waving at her. I didn't know what to do. I was exhausted and had swallowed a lot of water so I knew I was drowning. I could hear the panic in my usually calm father's voice and I knew that my sister on the beach wasn't going to get help. I thought, "this is it! I'm going to die now" and so I just resigned myself to it. Suddenly there was an arm under my chin and someone was pulling me in to shore. I looked across the beach when they were carrying me up the beach and saw that they had also rescued my sister. Someone gave me mouth to mouth resuscitation and pumped all the seawater out of my stomach. Dad seemed to be OK. Toni was crying and saying she didn't know and she couldn't hear us calling for help. So who had alerted the people from the hotel that we were drowning on the beach? My Mother! She had been in a deep sleep in the bungalow when she was awakened by my father's voice in her ear. She had been startled because she had thought he was in the room with her and she wondered who was looking after the children on the beach. Mum had run to the Hotel Lobby and got help and a rope and they had all run down to the beach where they were just in time to save us. My mother told us later that an Angel had brought my father's voice to her as clear as day when Toni who was sitting on the beach watching us, couldn't hear that we were drowning. When I was about 14 there was an altercation in my family or what was left of it and this resulted in my being admitted to a mental institution in Milledgeville, Georgia. In the days after I was admitted was the blackest days of my life up to that time. My father had betrayed me and it felt as if my life was over. I slept in a dorm with about 10 other ladies of varying ages there was no separation of kids my age and older people. I had been completely miserable for days and really wished to die. One night a lady came and set down on my bed and talked to me. I never occurred to me that I could see this lady in total pitch blackness and even more that the nurses had not come into my room to quiet me down as there was no talking allowed after lights out. For several nights after that this lady came every night and I seemed to get better, less worried. And as that happened the lady came less and less often. Until finally she didn't come any more and I missed her. Upon my release I went to visit my Maternal Grandfather. When I walked into the house there was a picture hanging on the wall in the living room. It was the lady from the hospital!! I asked my Grandfather how he got the picture and was told that it was a picture of my Grandmother who died before I was born. Did I just remember this picture from my troubled childhood and fabricated the visits to relieve myself of stress?? Think what you will but I believe that my grandmother was and still is my guardian angel. This story is about a visit that my mother had from her mother. My grandmother died about 14 years ago this year. This situation happened about 5 or 6 years after my grandmother had passed. My grandmother was sick and it was a long, painful illness.. After she had died obviously my mother was very distraught.. About 2 years after my grandmother had died we moved to another state. We had a dog that my dad had given her when she was 16. Our dog Jeremy had lived till he was 17. He was like another child in the family. About a year after we moved he died. My mom was very upset about this also. About a week after our dog died. My mom had a dream (or a visit). It was a Saturday morning and she woke up as usual and went down to make breakfast.. As she was heading downstairs out of her bedroom to her surprise my dog was sleeping at the foot of her bed. She was so happy to see him.. So she went about her day as usual and Jeremy followed her around like always. So daytime came and went. She was getting ready to go to bed and had put her nightgown on, she came out of the bathroom and my grandmother was standing there. My mother got hysterical and cried telling my grandmother how much she loved and missed her. My grandmother said, we just wanted to come back and say goodbye it is now time for us to go, we love you. Then my grandmother and Jeremy were gone.. I believe my grandmother came to tell my mom that she was doing well and happy at peace.. My name is Bryan, and I am serving in the U.S. Navy overseas in Guam. I am twenty years old now, and I have lived in Houston, Tx. for most of my natural life. When I was ten year old however, my fathers company had a company picnic on Galveston island. My brother and I had just finished eating, so we took off for the beach, forgetting to tell my father where we would be. We got to the shoreline, and I dove into the water as my brother stopped to play in the sand. I began swimming out to a sand bar, but as I kept swimming, the current began to drag me further and further from the shore. When I realized that I could no longer touch the ocean floor, I began to panic. I screamed for my brother and began to thrash in the water wildly. My brother stood up and ran for the beach house where my parents were, but my energy was running out, and I began to sink below the surface. As I did, I could see only brown water above me. After a few seconds however, I saw a mans face appear above where I was. He reached down into the water, and brought me to the surface. This man was very fit, and he had almost perfect features. He was unusually quite, and he made no facial expressions at all. He was almost inhuman in a way. He brought me to where the water came up to my knees, and then he sat me down. I leaned over to catch my breath, but when I stood up to thank him, he was gone. I walked the rest of the way to the shore and asked my brother if he had seen the man who had just saved my life. He looked at me with a crazy expression, and said "What man, we are the only ones on this beach. There is no one else in the water." As I looked around, I saw that this was true. He had told me that the reason he was going for help, was because no one else was out there. A very creepy feeling came over me, and I stared at the ocean for a while. I still wonder to this day who that man really was.