Today is the 4th month since my dear friend Jane passed at age 80. I keep remembering the moment in the rehab center, the morning she passed, when she reached out her hand as if to touch someone, with eyes clearly focused on a blank wall, where her son and I could see nothing.
She obviously saw something that brought peace to her face and an air of anticipation and comfort.
I'll always be grateful that the Lord allowed Frank and me to see that, to get a glimpse of someone seeing the other side.
How blessed I am.
How comforted that she had safe passage.
1 comment:
It's not quite the same but I was in the room when my grandmother passed. She was on morphine for pain and I'm not sure if she knew we were there or not but when it happened there was a great peace in the room as if to say she was rejoicing about being in a better place and without pain or loneliness any more.
I am sorry for your loss. But I am glad that you had those last moments with her.
God Bless
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