John Holland writes: "Even my mom had a Deathbed Vision toward the end of her life. One day, she was sitting up in her hospital bed, quite coherent, and said quite excitedly, 'Johnny! Guess who came to see me today for a visit?' I started reeling off name after name of different people in her life that I could think of. All she kept saying was, 'Nope, nope . . . Nope!' Finally, she blurted out, 'Wayne came to visit!' Wayne was her first love who’d passed some 25 years ago. 'What did he want?' I asked her quietly, sitting down on the bed to hold her hand. She went on to tell me how she’d seen him sitting at the end of her bed in his sailor uniform, handsome and young as she remembered him. He told her that he was checking in on her to see how she was and that everything was going to be okay." Read more.