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The Gathering




Two of Isabelle's three daughters sat next to the hospital bed which had become more familiar to her than her own at home in recent years.  Her weakened heart and lungs were weary of the battle to sustain her life, and those who loved her knew that death was gaining ground.

Although the doctors had told her family that she was unlikely to make it home again, it seemed that Isabelle had rallied that day, more alert and talkative than usual. Friends and relatives had come and gone, some staying to visit for awhile; and she had talked with her middle daughter on the phone.

As the day passed into sunset Isabelle had grown tired, and her youngest daughter noted that she seemed a bit puzzled as she kept glancing around the room.  Finally, looking at her daughter, she whispered in labored breaths, "Who are all those people?"

Knowing that her father and sister were the only others present in the room, Isabelle's daughter attributed the comment to her mother slipping in and out of awareness of her surroundings.  She didn't think more of it until late that night when her father called her to say that the hospital had summoned them; Isabelle had begun her journey to the spirit world.  Only then did she realize that the people her mother had seen gathered in the room around her had been family and friends who had passed on before her and had come to take her home.

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This post is linked up at Two Shoes Tuesday,
where the prompt this week is "gather".

18 comments:

  1. So very real :) prayers her journey was a smooth one ><>

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    1. It is a true story, J, it is the story of my mother's passing. :-)

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  2. Oh, Josie, this is beautiful! It actually made me cry. My father passed away in June and I know - I KNOW - loved ones were gathered on the other side to escort him to the other side!

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    1. Thank you Judy, I love this story, because it affirms everything I believe to be true. My mother's final years were so difficult for her and it is very comforting to know that when her time came, her loved ones came for her.

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  3. My wife who died nearly two years ago after a very long illness would sometimes tell me of speaking to relatives who had gone on before her. This was a comfort for her and for me. I agree with Judy this beautiful post was a little weepy for me too.

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    1. It made me smile to read that your wife also had those who were coming to visit who would guide her safely home. Death is not that scary thing we make it out to be, it is a peaceful passing over to the other side, and not so very far away.

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  4. I believe we have someone with us when we move from here to there. I have always thought it was our guardian angels. Your post adds another lovely thought.

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    1. I agree with you Patricia, we have companions and guides to get us where we need to go. Family, friends, angels, it's all about the purest form of love!

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  5. Nice writing, Josie. This is really something. And I think it is quite common.

    Mrs. Jim's mother had an extra person in the room with her for about a week before she died. She called him (yes) a guard.
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    1. Wonderful story Jim! I would love to sense the presence of my guardian angel, who I'm certain has snow white hair after watching over me all these years! :-)

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  6. sweet story Josie (sorry if i post twice. I tried before, but kept having issues....hopefully it works this time)
    It's good to know she had the comfort of loved ones on her journey.

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    1. Thank you Robin, I think hearing such stories makes us all feel more hopeful about the death experience. I know for certain that love transcends death, it IS the most powerful force in the Universe. God is love!

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  7. A bit too close to home to be comfortable.

    It's amazing how many people seem to get that last boost of energy right before they leave us, as though the Gods gave them one last chance to enjoy the world before they move on to whatever is next.

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    1. Strangly, Monkey, I've never been afraid of dying, even in my agnostic years, and the years I was so very angry with whatever God existed, I've always welcomed death with open arms, probably with the hopes that it will prove to be a much betterstate of existance than the struggles of this world!

      You are right, many people experience that last final hurrah before departing. Now when someone tells me "wow, they were doing so good..." I start to worry.

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  8. Yes. They do gather to take us home. This comforted me a lot too. THanks, Josie!!!

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    1. When my sister told me of this it made me smile and feel warm inside, Selma. I know what is true, and this confirms it. My mother spent so many of her days home alone, and it made me happy to know that she was once again with a group of loved ones as she departed this world. I'm sure she was happier than she had been in a long time.

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