My mother died a year ago, at the same time this late August. She had cancer of the pancreas. Which is pretty much a death sentence. She did not realize this until the biopsy, after which the doctor gave her two weeks to live. And that diagnosis was right on target…two weeks later she passed away.
People are justifiably terrorized by cancer. It is the most awful thing imaginable. I saw my mom turn yellow with jaundice, her bowels stopped moving, and she began to suffer unrelenting pain. To see your mom in torture is the most horrible experience I would not wish on anyone. But every day people face this fate along with their families.
Both my father and mother had a legal document created where they could deny extreme measures to prolong life. When my mom was in the hospital, they wanted to put her on life support. My dad gave them this document. Nothing was going to save her life, and both my mom and dad had the courage to accept her death.
We will all die, our only hope is that is comes peacefully. My mom was actually fortunate in that she had only a brief time with her disease. My father is a practical man. He experienced WWII in Europe as a child and saw many horrible things during the war, much death. My mom’s passing was harder then anything he knew, having to endure his beloved wife’s lingering death. And he had to hand over the document to end her life without extreme measures. That is a hard thing, a tough thing. Yet he did not want to see her suffer any more. Dad is a strong guy.
My father is an agnostic. He neither believes or disbelieves in a spiritual existence. Being a practical man, he said he will only know for sure when his time comes. Yet, my father told me that he believed mom visited him a week later after her death. He saw a pillar of light that slowly moved around him, with the scent of lilacs. Not being a person susceptible to illusions, I take this experience seriously.
The purpose of my blog, its mission statement, is to encourage people to hope in a spiritual existence, regardless of anyone’s religion or theology. All the stories I tell are true, names are changed in respect of privacy. If only one ghost story is true, if only one out-of-body experience is true, it means the spiritual world is not an illusion, but an objective reality. That is a comforting thought.
Here is my original story a year ago: