On death and dying
Tonight was a holy night
We were called for days in
heart to go to him. Tonight we did so. Our Uncle B. was dying. With
family around the air was charged. He is in Hospice a non profit group that provides care for the dying.
Yet still I could hear him and
he me for as I spoke he would respond. We sang some hymns and he responded although all but comatose. He
was in that place between both realms. His shell no longer easy to
response. Yet he could furrow his brow or raise a hand. He reached for
me and for his daughter too when we rose.
With several of us there the love that filled that room was rich.
When
at the 11th hour P.M., it was time for us to return homeward bound to tend
our children. I said my gratitude of heart to him. Thanking him for the
honor of the journey and telling him of the wonder and the gift of
knowing an honorable man. Telling him not to be afraid or fear, kissing
his cheek . Asking of him to remember Steve and I and the children when
he is standing beside that thrown. I told him that I will see him on the
other side.
For the only and first time of the evening...he
whispered in front of three of his daughters.
2 comments:
So sorry for your loss... but happy he is with Jesus and beginning a whole new, amazing life. Praying for comfort as only God can give to your whole family.... Blessings, Debra
May the God of all comfort comfort you during this time. So thankful for the words you and the family heard. Holy moments heal our hearts. Hugs from Colorado, Tiffany
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