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No one finds it straightforward to keep on after the death of a mate, sister, brother, parent, partner or child. Each brings its own hurt and discomfort and difficulty in discovering how to deal with death. The strength of the loss will alter tremendously. My emotions after the loss of a best buddy were very different from the loss of my folks and those losses were significantly different than the death of my better half.
I was with my best friend some hours before he died. I can remember him pulling at the sheets and being very frustrated. I sat beside him and held him for a while while making an attempt to provide comfort to my pal and comfort to his other half. It was difficult for her to witness her husband struggling and to grasp the end was near.
Sitting and staying with my mother in the hospital during her last 5 days and nights was quite a different experience. I recall looking at her numerous times to determine if she was still breathing. She was ready to go home to heaven; and that helped everyone who adored her. However, watching your mother struggle to breathe during her last hours is rarely easy.
My pop, a fabulous 86 year old man who had lived a full life, died 6 years after with lung complications. He was also quite ready to go to Heaven. He had missed my mom extraordinarily over those last 6 years. I wished I had known then what I know today. We furnished him a good life but I failed to realize the hurt he was going thru. The night he died, I was alone with him for the last four hours of his life. I held him in my arms during those last hours, just he and I. I was able to say to him what an awesome pop he'd been and how much I loved him. What a privilege to get to hold him and to hear the death rattle. It became so sweet because I knew where he was headed, to see his Jesus and to see the old lady.
I grew thru these experiences yet, they didn't prepare me for the most important loss of my life. My previous partner of 27 years was assessed with stage four cancer. 10 weeks later she also returned home, just like my mate, the old lady and my dad. This experience, in contrast to the others, rocked me to my core. It is a story all its own. Some moments I could smile, but on occasions the grief was all consuming. I might feel surrounded in a box; breathing, simply surviving was all I could manage. It was like I could only take one step at a time. It was during this experience that God began to mould, form, and change me beyond anything I could have imagined. He was preparing me to do His work through my life.
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I was with my best friend some hours before he died. I can remember him pulling at the sheets and being very frustrated. I sat beside him and held him for a while while making an attempt to provide comfort to my pal and comfort to his other half. It was difficult for her to witness her husband struggling and to grasp the end was near.
Sitting and staying with my mother in the hospital during her last 5 days and nights was quite a different experience. I recall looking at her numerous times to determine if she was still breathing. She was ready to go home to heaven; and that helped everyone who adored her. However, watching your mother struggle to breathe during her last hours is rarely easy.
My pop, a fabulous 86 year old man who had lived a full life, died 6 years after with lung complications. He was also quite ready to go to Heaven. He had missed my mom extraordinarily over those last 6 years. I wished I had known then what I know today. We furnished him a good life but I failed to realize the hurt he was going thru. The night he died, I was alone with him for the last four hours of his life. I held him in my arms during those last hours, just he and I. I was able to say to him what an awesome pop he'd been and how much I loved him. What a privilege to get to hold him and to hear the death rattle. It became so sweet because I knew where he was headed, to see his Jesus and to see the old lady.
I grew thru these experiences yet, they didn't prepare me for the most important loss of my life. My previous partner of 27 years was assessed with stage four cancer. 10 weeks later she also returned home, just like my mate, the old lady and my dad. This experience, in contrast to the others, rocked me to my core. It is a story all its own. Some moments I could smile, but on occasions the grief was all consuming. I might feel surrounded in a box; breathing, simply surviving was all I could manage. It was like I could only take one step at a time. It was during this experience that God began to mould, form, and change me beyond anything I could have imagined. He was preparing me to do His work through my life.
I encourage you to take advantage of our complimentary present, "God's Answer?" It'll demonstrate to you a power to not only live life, but also a power to transform your life, beyond your wildest imagination.
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Burton Rager writer of "Living Life Set Free" and "God's Answer?" Click to discover how to deal with death and receive a complimentary copy of "God's Answer?"
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