On April 25, 2010 my sister Cheryl had a heart attack at Wishard Hospital in Indianapolis, they had to revive her with the paddles, and this is what she told me....I was in a room full of people and my Dad who passed away 23 years ago entered the room he took my hand and we walked down the hall way together, we ended up on a beautiful beach we were running and talking about everything, I said to my Dad, did you know how many times I just wanted 1 more day with you, he smiled and said yes, but you can't stay here, it is not time yet, I told him I didn't want to go Dad I want to stay with you, he said again, it is not time, you have to go back and take care of your children. Can I stay alittle longer? And at that point I seen a man standing in the background, I couldn't tell who it was but I felt it was my son Michael, who passed away when he was 3 months old. It was the most beautiful, peaceful, and overwhelming experence I have ever had. I am still in the hospital at wishard on the 6th floor. Not just for the heart attack but I had my leg amputated about two months ago and still having trouble healing because of diabetes.