We received a lovely message from G about the passage of her husband. She contacted us via webpage – hope this is helpful:
“It’s been six weeks now since R passed away. To thank you for your caring, his daughter (our daughter) and I are hoping to share with you what happened.
Friday morning July 17th 2020 the doctor saw his eyes were closing and telephoned to ask for instructions. Our greatest wish was that he would be allowed to have the gift of passing in peace in his own bed in his own room surrounded by people who cared about
him. That is what happened.
His ears were back, his eyes were closed and he had entered chain-stroke breathing when I arrived. No medicine, no infuse, no morphine, nothing except a little bit of oxygen to help him breathe.
We believed it was important for him to be mentally clear during his passage, and comfortable and calm. That our presence wouldn’t deter him from leaving on his new journey. That his attention was in the moment, not in the past. That he was thankful for the life he had been given. And that he was alert enough to see truly what was happening.
The book in his room was Rebel in the Soul, a book from ancient Egypt translated into English and Dutch. While reading it I said to our daughter, “he can hear, he’s listening”.
She answered: “Of course he’s listening”.
The most unexpected persons may be clear and able to hear the message at the moment of passing, writes E.J. Gold in The American Book of The Dead. More than anything, when the portal opens, we wished R to understand what it was and to
have the opportunity, strength and clarity to go through it. It is our belief that he did.
The death process took about 3 hours. While our daughter tended him, I fetched The American Book of the Dead, arriving back at 15:57, and started reading. He died at 15:58. He just stopped breathing, really in peace. He was so in peace.
We washed him, changed his clothes, put on a clean sheet, and toasted with wine in his room for his success. The American Book of The Dead was read to him in his room for the next three days.
On the third day, outside, he spoke with our daughter, giving her some messages to relay to others and saying he was alright and was happy.
He left his room in a casket decorated with things he loved As the procession moved downstairs through the hall of the care center, 30 or 40 people lined the hall to pay respect. People who had cared for him, whom he knew, were sitting and standing there like a salute, a guard of honor.
We’re lucky to have been able to experience his passing
in this way. Surely the prayers and concern you offered helped him on his way. We are happy and grateful to you. And from our hearts we thank you.
G
