Death

I remember when I was younger; I used to just not think about it. I would say “I’m not afraid to die, I’m afraid of pain.” But that was a lie I told myself. I had an irrational fear of dying that was very real. I was raised in a baptism church. We believed in life after death in heaven. And if this is true then why do so many people fear death? Perhaps deep inside I long for proof, Okay I know we should have faith, but I think we just accept things better when we can see a glimpse of the truth. I was blessed to spend sometimes prior to my grandmon passing away. I cherished the time spent with her and feel blessed that I was able to witness a beautiful moment. My sister received a phone call from my mother that the time was near and if we wanted to say good bye we needed to get to Macon GA. Daddy and sister and I got on a plane and headed out. By the time we arrived Grandmon was in and out of consciousness. One moment she knew who I was the next she would think I was my mother.

This is when I experienced what I could only describe as a miracle well to me it was. It was the moment that I realized there was life after death. As Grandmon lay there in what looked like a deep sleep, she was talking to people in the room that only she could see. I remember her expression on her face was that of pure peace. At first we thought she was dreaming and when we touched her, her body was very cold. After we touch her, she would become warn again and then her face would grimace. She almost seemed irritated with us. It was like she says “I’m at peace, stop bugging me.” It was almost as if when we would touch her we would pull her back to our world. She was clearly happier there. She was so much at peace when she was talking to the spirits in the room. My mother would ask her who you talk to and she would say “I’m talking to my family.” Lisa and I could feel the presence of the angel of death. We had this incredible knowing. There were others in the room. We could feel them but not see them. And believed this or not this same feeling I felt this when my daughter and mother when they passed away. And the feeling they gave off was such a good feeling. It can only be described as love. My parents mentioned it to the nurse and she said it was very common for people close to death to talk to angels or spirits.

This was the moment that I lost all fear of death. I felt and experience it. I believe this was a gift from grandma, daughter, and mother to me. Since the experience of my mother and daughter's death, I have done lots of reading about others people experience. I believe that when we pass our loved ones come and greet us to help us cross over to the other side. Now at 48 year old I have no fear of death. I believe that my spirit will move on when I am finished with my body. I believe my loved ones will help to show the way.