My Roadside Memorial                                         The Night of My Funeral 
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I died December 1, 2006.  My name was Robert "Dude" Brady.  My life was a real blessing by the Lord.  Jesus IS my Savior.  He is how I can still be felt in the hearts of my loved ones, even today.  My Mother's belief in Angels is so strong, she started this web site so that all people can also know that Jesus is there on the worst and the best days of their lives.


A CB tower that wasn't erected poperly began this part of her journey.  Of knowing we only die in the flesh, but love never dies.  She had an angry boyfriend, and the tower was put up to be a lightning rod to kill her and my Grandmother.  She didn't know her neighbor, the maintenance man, had installed a surveillance system borrowed from a buddy at his old job as a Sheriff Deputy.  A whole lot of wrongs came together but God told me I could protect them.  There was a terrible plan for property insurance that was supposed to destroy EVERYTHING...it didn't work.


I've been with her ever since I died.  God is using me to let the world know through these fantastic events, that Jesus is still working miracles and loving us, forgiving us...and that we CAN believe the prophecy in our Bibles!!!  My Mom has had it tough since they tried to kill her, but she has kept her faith in the Lord.  Her crime was she figured out what they did, and it's been hell to pay ever since.


My Mother wasn't the kind of person Society would embrace.  She has worked as a prostitute, she's done drugs, she went from job to job, boyfriend to boyfriend.  We were homeless at one point.  When her Daddy died, she fell apart and we lost everything.  But she always did her best for me.


When I had my car wreck, God sent this preacher who lived nearby on a sailboat, to be with me, and pray with me while I died.  I didn't lay on cold cement either.  These were things that brought my Mom peace about my death, no parent should ever close the lid on their child's casket...Pastor Mark...he didn't have a building for his church, his church was in his heart - it was wherever he was.  He stayed and prayed and was with me in my last hour.  So Mom asked him to give the eulogy service.  I was a new angel, and I made a lot of strange things happen I didn't know I could do as an angel.  I overwhelmed Pastor Mark during the service. My funeral was different.  She made all the efforts she could to make sure I was on my way to be with Jesus.  The pictures of my Baptism were next to my casket.  She requested Communion, and an alter call so my friends could join me when they were called home.  It was a really different funeral, it was mostly music.  I had to let her know I was there, so I interrupted this one song FOUR times.

Did I tell you?  The guy who served Communion at my funeral turned out to be the neighbor who bugged Momma's house -the maintenance man!!  Pastor Mark told this weird story about "catching monkeys in Africa using a bead in a jar" before he collapsed on the podium...it actually became part of what happened to my Mother later with the illegal surveillance.  Not an African Monkey getting caught, it was more a story about a 'greedy monkey' who wanted the pretty bead more than he wanted his freedom, so he couldn't run away.


Me and my new Angel friends have stayed really close to Mom since this happened.  Things have happened to her she can only explain as being "Of God!" or not even knowing how to describe them...so we're here now, with this website, as a way to "think things thru" (???)


Loved ones never really 'die' when we are ONE IN THE SPIRIT - the body of Christ.  Like shooting off your big toe, it's not fatal, it just hurts, and makes us walk differently.  Momma's "crutch" is Jesus.  She has really leaned on Him for support since I left to be with God.  If you'd like to hear what she's learned about herself thru the love of her Savior, come back and read.  We all have a purpose for God's Glory.  That's the whole point of our life. 

It is when we can RECOGNIZE Him and His love for us,  that we have truly allowed ourselves to BE with Him.  There's nothing, nobody, or anything...like Jesus Christ the true Messiah.