a true story of what I experienced after my father's death
passed away on January 24, 2004 while in a diabetic coma and
suffering from a complicated kidney infection. Being an only
child, I was so caught up with all the funeral arrangements,
being strong for my mother and little daughter, and dealing
with the post-death legal matters that I did not get a chance
to grieve properly.
after he died, sitting in my room one night, the pain and
emptiness of his death suddenly overwhelmed me, along with
all the responsibilities that I was now forced to carry. With
tears streaming down my face, I started to speak to my father,
reliving the good times we shared as a family and asking him
for forgiveness for the things I did not understand about
his illness, and for guidance on all the decisions that I
now had to make on my own.
the light dimmed for about two seconds and came back on....and
I felt a tremendous and wonderful sense of peace around me.
With that, I retired to bed and, after praying, fell into
a deep restful sleep for the first time in a month.
I had the most wonderful dream of my father and it felt so
real. He sat on a couch looking thirty years younger (he died
at 63), full of life and healthy and smiling broadly at me.
Then someone whispered that it was time...and the next thing
I saw was a beautiful rainbow shooting up to a blue, blue
sky. It carried my father up to a platform from which thousands
of little lights glowed. I instinctively knew these were the
souls of the departed looking down on their loved ones here
on Earth, just like my father was.
me to know that he was happy in a beautiful place and was
there to look over his family until we met again. It was the
most comforting feeling I had ever experienced.
Jubraj - Posted 3-1-04