Losing people we love is never easy. Tell your family and friends that you love them because you never know when it’s your time to go.
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I hadn’t seen her in a while. I knew things weren’t going well. She had been in and out of the hospital having had a stroke less that a year before.
I wasn’t prepared for how she would appear. It was shocking. She had become so thin. Her face severely bruised from falling earlier in the week. She was sedated to calm the seizures that she was having.
Her family was scattered throughout the room. They were excited she had company and asked me to come closer. I grabbed her hand. It was surprisingly warm. She opened her eyes slightly to see me and whispered she loved me.
I spent the next hour visiting with her and the family. Every now and then she would speak softly. We listened carefully hanging on every word. I was hoping to get a glimpse of the lady I used to know. What must she be thinking? Is it time for her to go? Does she know what is happening to her? Had she seen her angels?
I felt an overwhelming sadness and sick feeling deep inside. I thought somehow things would be different. My daughter was with me and said that she saw one of her angels. I hadn’t sensed they were there to get her yet. Maybe she has more time. My spirit knows what I dare not think.
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I recently had a reading with a sweet, young lady. She asked me if I believed in Heaven. I told he I believed in the physical world and the spiritual world. She then wanted to know what I thought about hell. I told her that I didn’t believe in such things. She smiled and said,” Me too.”
Growing up in the church people were always telling you what to believe. I have always felt that a loving God would not put conditions on dying and returning to the spirit world. That just doesn’t make sense to me. Somehow, I feel that the real world is the hell.
I sit down to write. What I plan on writing comes out completely different. Is it a coincidence? A phrase keeps popping into my mind. Is it a coincidence?
I’ve learned not to question or try to skirt around it. It’s better to just go with it. That’s the idea. Is that a coincidence?
There has been a lot of death and dying around me over the last year or two. It’s troublesome but, I understand it.
Death is one of the hardest most difficult life situations to handle. A person’s life has a beginning and an end. Unfortunately, a person’s departure is not always when we would have liked or expected it to be. It is never easy to understand when it’s a child but, never-the-less, it’s their time, period.
A man just happens to be with his best friend when the police arrive to tell him that his daughter had died in a horrific car accident. Is that a coincidence?
A woman takes her last breath only after her husband leaves her side for a brief moment. Or a woman waits for her family to arrive to be at her side to say their last goodbye. Is that a coincidence?