Stories - My Personal Proof of an Afterlife
Death, Peace and Comfort
Several of our good friends have recently lost near and treasured loved ones to death and I am hoping that this story of our personal proof of an afterlife brings them some peace and comfort in their time of grief.
While it will never be easy to say goodbye to someone we love because obviously we can no longer see them, smell them, kiss them, hug them, converse with them and share the smallest as well as momentous of life experiences with them, our goodbyes are temporary.
That is not to say that we will not be grieving. Grief for our loved ones who have preceded us in death is both natural and necessary.
And grief takes time.
Hospice did not yet exist in San Antonio, Texas when my Dad was dying. We carried out the idea of hospice on our own with the help of a few family members and some wonderful friends.
My parents had moved from McAllen up to San Antonio hoping to find better doctors and better care. They succeeded in that goal, however it was too late to help save my Dad from dying.
Had he received better medical care he would probably be alive today but that is another subject entirely.
When we were told that my Dad was terminal, it was hard to believe especially since at times he would seem to rally and be a bit better. But in the end the diagnosis was correct. The long term hepatitis and pernicious anemia had taken its toll on my Dad's liver and kidneys which was his ultimate cause of death.
Being a registered nurse and having had experience in not only the operating room, but an ophthalmology clinic, intensive care and some floor duty, the doctor agreed to release my Dad into our care so that he could be at home surrounded by the people and things he loved.
My husband and I had been living in Central Wisconsin for 4 years (and I had not worked in nursing during that time) but I was still close enough to those past experiences to be entrusted with my Dad's care.
Of course, without the help of our small family and friends it would have been impossible.
My parents had not lived in San Antonio long enough to develop friendships up there at the time (the kind of friends who would sacrifice time and effort to help another person) so the friends that I am referring to are ones that came all the way up from McAllen to spend time with us plus another good friend who had retired in New Braunfels (from McAllen) and who would come and spend time to give us breaks for needed things like sleep.
Yes sleep became a luxury and an all too infrequent companion during the times as we progressed to the end of my Dad's life.
This is especially interesting reading especially since the author is a doctor with a neurosurgeon's perspective.
Were it not for my dear husband who would leave work every Friday and drive to San Antonio to monitor my Dad waking us if needed my mother and I would not have made it.
We knew we could sleep soundly with my hubby taking his turn monitoring my Dad because we also knew that if he needed us he would awaken us. Other friends saw how tired we were and thinking that they were helping, they would let us sleep. Once we realized that we could only sleep with "one ear open" and it was not as restful.
As my Dad weakened it would take two of us to support him so that he could walk to the restroom and back. He complained about some of our friends and even one of my brothers who attempted it by themselves as hurting him. Of course this was not what we wanted.
Thus my husband was our knight in shining armor and we could count on his full support every Friday evening until late on Sunday when he would have to return to Houston to go back to work.
As the end became more imminent he spent more time with us in San Antonio.
At the end, my Dad was fully bedridden and needed total care.
People from all walks of life have related similar experiences when dying.
What does all of this have to do with proof of an afterlife?
My Dad's mother (my grandmother) who normally spent the winters in the south wherever my parent's lived by renting a year round apartment came down from her residence in Wisconsin when she heard that my Dad was dying. She wanted to help out and also spend some of the remaining time with her son which she did.
She did quite a bit of the cooking and really pleased my Dad. Grandma cooked and baked things that my Dad had liked and even though he might only be able to swallow a spoonful or two, he always told her that it was the best that he had ever tasted.
We had placed the rented hospital bed in the living room so that my Dad could be a part of the normal family life and see more of what was going on within the home as opposed to being shut away in a bedroom. He had been a very sociable fellow and seemed to like this arrangement.
One day he acted so happy! He told us that a friend of his was on a motorcycle and had come to visit him.
Hospice nurses will tell you that when a person's death is near, often the patient starts seeing others who have already passed on to the next life. They are halfway between this life and the next.
In effect they are being welcomed by the ones who have preceded us in death which in reality is merely a re-birth into the next plane of life.
My grandmother was convinced that my Dad was merely hallucinating because that person was one she knew from the area in Wisconsin and she told us that she knew that he was alive.
She found out after returning to Wisconsin after my Dad had died that the person my Dad was so happy to see had indeed died some time before my Dad's death.
Books like Life After Life and Embraced by the Light address subjects such as this experience.
From what the case histories in studying people who have had near death experiences and who have been revived and can relate what has happened shows is that no one dies alone.
Most everyone goes through a tunnel of light as it is described and beloved friends or family members are there to help guide one.
This was the first book I had ever read about near death experiences and it is a good one!
Those who are religious describe it as being drawn closer to God.
Others who may not practice religion or have different beliefs also describe it as a warm and loving feeling. Pets have been described as being seen in that tunnel of which I am happy!
At times occasionally as the person who is floating between this life and the next there is a choice to be made. They can return and stay or move on to the next life.
Most have reported that they wanted to proceed through that tunnel. And those that did return were never again afraid of dying.
From what we have learned, loved ones can actually give their dying person permission to move on to the next life assuring them that all will be fine until they are once again reunited.
We did this with my Dad.
My grandpa had the after effects of suffering a stroke and he could barely speak and be understood by those around him. However, just prior to his death he rose up in bed with a smile on his face and clearly said "Mama."
My husband's grandma was completely bedridden and suffering the terminal effects of Alzheimers. I spent much time with my husband's family who lived in San Antonio at the time helping them.
Years later my mother-in-law had suffered a series of strokes and because of needing total care, she was in a nursing home. My husband and I spent many hours a day there with her to insure that she was getting the best of care.
Like her mother before her, she was hard to understand when trying to communicate. Towards the end it was obvious that she was seeing others in the room that we could not visualize.
One time after peering in a certain direction she clearly imparted the following words to me: "My mother told me to tell you that she loves you." That was my husband's grandma whom I had spent so much time with in San Antonio!
My mother-in-law never again was able to say that many clearly understood words. It was an amazing moment in time for me to have heard that message from beyond the grave.
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One friend who recently lost her mother told me that hearing about these personal experiences really helped her deal with her feelings about her dying mother.
I am hoping that some other dear friends who recently lost their husbands also draw some comfort from this in addition to their religious beliefs.
Perhaps some readers of this post will also find peace in hearing the story of my personal experiences with people I have known when they were approaching death and why I am convinced of the Proof of an Afterlife.
Do you believe in a life after this one?
Hope you find comfort from books such as this!
© 2009 Peggy Woods