The Transition


One of the biggest fears mankind has is what happens when I die? Where do I go? Religious leaders have used these questions to control people through history. Many legends and myths are based on different cultures’ answers to this feared mystery.

The following is a true story told to me. I hope it will help many of you who have lost a loved one to find peace and love after their transition.

The drapes were pulled, the door closed. Just enough light seeped under the door for me to see my father, now a shadow of himself, lying still in the hospital bed. He had been like this since his massive stroke four days ago. The doctors told me there was no hope for recovery. According to all the tests, he was paralyzed and brain dead.

Dad had made it clear when we talked one night during the holidays that he wanted no heroics should something happen and was taken to the hospital. It was that night that he presented me with his living will. I made a joke of it and said that he would probably outlive me. He did not smile, but instead took my hand and said that I would need to be strong when the time came. I stuck the will in my purse and quickly changed the subject. Three days later an ambulance took my father to the hospital. He had had a massive stroke.

For four days I talked to Dad. Of course there was no physical response from him, but on some level, I knew we were connected. I’m certain he heard every word and it was like he was talking to me through my mind.

The doctor’s had expected him to go within twenty-four hours after the stroke and could not understand why he had not already passed. He just kept hanging on. It was on the fourth day that I had a heart to heart chat with Dad. I assured him that I would be all right and that he would be better off letting go of his physical life. Feeling his fear, I explained that I would be there to help when he decided to leave…to just let me know.

It was Monday morning about 5am. Something had awakened me. I sat up and standing at the end on my bed was my father. “I am ready” was all I heard and then he was gone. I showered, dressed and started the sixty-mile drive to the hospital.
Once in his room I pulled a chair up to his bed and held his hand. “I’m here, Dad.” I softly whispered. We talked for a while that morning in his dimly lighted room. My brave composure was waning when a remarkable thing happened. His deceased son, my brother, appeared across the bed from me. He put his hand out to Dad beckoning him to go with him.

Out loud I exclaimed, “Charlie is here to help you, Dad. The words were barely out of my mouth when the dark hospital room filled with light making the room brighter than the noon sun. I could not move or speak. The light enveloped everything including me. Dad’s hand squeezed my hand as his soul lifted from the shell of his body. In my entire life, I had never felt that much peace or love. I sat there, my hand still wrapped around his, as tears ran down my face. Not tears of sadness, but happy tears. I felt humbled and honored to have witnessed the most amazing and beautiful experience of my earthly life.

No longer do I fear the great unknown, death. When my time is finished here, I will welcome it with open arms, but in the mean time, I will continue to share my story so that others, too, will be ready to transcend not with fear, but with love and peace.

3 comments on “The Transition

  1. After sending out this post, I received an email containing the following:

    The article made me again think of Joe’s passing and the peace left on his face. I was in GA recently, sitting in his Jeep (I gave to his son) waiting for Joe II to take me to the airport. Joe was there, I felt his presence, acknowledged it by telling him to watch after his son and grandson and when Joe II returned his father was gone.
    – S

  2. Here’s another response:

    Thanks for the link to that beautiful and inspirational story. I was especially awed when she saw not only her brother holding out his hand for his Father, but also her Father’s soul actually leave his body!
    – T

  3. Karan Ward Osborne says:

    Hello my darling. It’s Karan Osborne, you’re “less than serious student”. I think you would be proud of my journey, and I miss so your warm wisdom. I am in Maine (not a healthy geography for my energy/soul but I made the commitment to be with my parents. My father is at the threshold and my non- believing sister is blocking my ability to nurture him. I am so lonesome.
    Any thoughts ? Miss you so.

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