Are You Afraid to Die?
I’m not…
Are you afraid to die? I’m not. I have heard many stories about what happens when you die, and apparently it is a very beautiful experience.
The week before my mother passed away, she started seeing people in the room. She had been battling lung cancer for six months, and her death was imminent.
In the hospital, I watched as she looked up toward the ceiling. There, she claimed to see her first husband, her oldest son, her best friend, and of course many of her deceased brothers and sisters.
The look on her face was so joyful. It was as if she had walked in on her own surprise birthday party. I know she was soothed by their presence, even though her eyes were murky and she could barely speak.
As she continued to wither away over the next few days, she whispered to me.
“What’s taking so long?“
Perhaps she was eager to move on with this process so she could join her loved ones.
I tried to reassure her that in the next few days she would be off to a better place, leaving her broken body behind. She seemed appeased. Since then, she’s come to “visit” me in a number of ways, which leads me to believe that she’s in a better place.
