After my mother died recently, my father had an extraordinary experience.
My mother had a strong attachment to family and home. She was a stay-at-home mom for most of her life. Family and home were the center of her life. A few weeks ago she passed away. After feeling a pain in her abdomen, she went for a scan. They found a tumor on her pancreas, the worst type of cancer. With a speed I thought not possible, she became ill and within weeks died in a terrible way, entering into a place of pain and suffering. I can only be thankful she did not suffer for long, which is very little to be thankful for.
This was very hard on my father, who cared for my mom the best he could, but was helpless as he watched the symptoms of the cancer rapidly progress. After over 50 years of marriage, my father was suddenly alone. My father is a no-nonsense guy, and not a religious man. He said he did not know if there is life after death, but he doubted it. However, he said he knew mom was not suffering anymore, even if she was only in oblivion.
Then a few days ago my dad told me his story. It was early evening, eleven days after my mom died. He was sitting in a basement room that was made into a little office. He was on his computer doing some stuff, when he noticed a bright light in the corner of his right eye, where the open doorway was. He turned a bit to look, when the light slowly moved behind him and to his left. He looked to his left and saw a bright pillar of light. The light was not on the wall, but in midair, and as tall as a person. As the light had passed behind him, a fragrance filled the room, of flowers and lavender, as if someone were wearing a strong perfume.
My dad said the scent reminded him of perfume my mom liked to wear as a young lady. The light was bright, lasted for a number of seconds, then faded away. But the fragrance lingered longer. Dad said he was overcome with a feeling of true peace. And he felt…not words, but some knowledge, as if mom impressed on him that she was ok now, and for him to “Go do your thing.” Go on with life.
When dad told me his story, I was amazed. He said he thinks mom visited him one last time before going on to wherever she is going. And that he’ll not see her again, until his turn comes.
I believe Mom had visited him one last time. Perhaps dad needed to know mom still exists, and there is hope for life after death. Dad seemed to have a change of heart about some things now. He seems more open to possibilities, and at peace after mom’s passing.