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nugget1
Thank you for your kind words, they had a remarkably emotive effect on me, I never thought I'd receive compassionate replies I suppose, I don't talk
about his death much though so perhaps I underestimated the reactions which might occur. I know there's a lot of wonderful people on ATS.
Saddest thing is, my dear old Grandma, who was my father's mother, declined very rapidly in health - both physically & mentally - after the
devastating news that her son had died so suddenly & tragically. Bless her, she passed away less than six months after he did, and we were all 100%
convinced that it was a case of death by broken heart.
The blessing I take from this awful situation is the gift of their final words to me, and the time I had chance to spend with them before the end.. I
hope you will forgive me for relating the story here, I feel that it may be helpful for some people to read.
My Dad was atheist/agnostic, we used to have a toxic relationship because I was a rebellious loser as a teenager. Thankfully we repaired the
relationship as I got older, and he respected the faith that I had found even though he didn't really share in it. However, on the last occasion I
saw him, we had a coffee & a chat in the little hospital cafe, I gave him a hug & said "Bless you Dad", to which he replied: "Bless you too son" - he
had NEVER said anything like that before, I was taken aback, it was a wonderful moment.
He suffered the heart attack the next night, leading to the severe brain damage which left him with an inability to communicate, other than an
automatic repetitive vocalisation which was very distressing to behold at first, and certainly made it seem at the time that he was no longer fully
sentient/ cogniscant of his surroundings.
With that said, on the Sunday morning I attended his bedside with my wife, and I spoke to him as though he could hear & understand me, though I wasn't
sure if he could. His condition seemed to emanate fear, as though he were himself in deep psychological/spiritual distress. I decided to pray for
him, and to speak to him about God, Heaven, the infinite joys of a relationship with Christ - it all just seemed to flow right in the moment (glory to
God)..
I didn't have any intention to communicate the gospel in that way before I arrived, it just seemed as though, if he could hear me, he may be in need
of reassurance & comfort regarding matters as grave & seemingly terrifying as his severe illness at that time, the reality that death was an
inevitable certainty, that his physical condition guaranteed to see him losing his life in the days that followed.
Remarkably a sense of peace came over the room immediately afterwards - that fear had gone, totally evaporated from the atmosphere, and he actually
raised his head up from the pillow & made a very significant effort to vocalise his conscious awareness, I believe he was trying to let me know that
he had heard me, and that he now felt safe to undertake that great adventure, to cross the bridge & pass through the veil separating life & death, he
was no longer afraid.
And then in the very next moment, he lay back down, and breathed his last breath.
My wife & I were in tears, but we felt that God had revealed His existence to my father while he was so deeply afraid of the questions which are
involved when death is imminent & unavoidable - questions that he had never addressed during his lifetime. Since his death, I have dreamt of him on
around five occasions, and in two of those dreams, he stated unequivocally that he was appearing deliberately as part of a message of grace, to tell
me that he had found his home in Heaven. In the first dream he was accopanied by an angel; in the second, he was accompanied by my Grandma, whom I
will mention next.
My Grandma's only son had just died, and she was understandably devastated. She had been alone for ten years after my Grandad died from
dementia-related decline (though I have a strong suspicion his hip implant was leaching toxic heavy metals into his body, which led to the prion-type
brain degeneration effects & eventually poisoned him to death at a relatively young age, when he was still quite physically strong.
My Grandma was always a staunch & stoic Yorkshire woman (if you're from the UK you will immediately know the type of person I refer to!) They were
Methodists their whole lives, and certainly my Grandma was not afraid of death, she had been immobile & lonely due to the effects of old age for
several years, and was in some respects looking forward to it (she didn't mind telling us straight!) However, after my Dad passed away, she simply
lost the will to keep on living, it was awful, but we totally understood that. We ended up arranging for her to go into a pleasant care home, as the
effects of her Parkinsons Disease got worse & worse (we believe because when someone mentally gives up, the body will fade away, when you are so
advanced in years - she was 92).
Her Parkinson's meant that at the end she was almost entirely unable to speak, though she certainly tried for a long time, during several visits, but
nothing was heard. Then, one visit shortly after Christmas 2021/ New Year 2022, we sat with her a while, and she beckoned me to lean in & listen to
her - I did so, and the words were quiet yet clearly expressed: "I love you". And that was it, that took all her strength. She lay back & began to
fall asleep, so we headed off. We received the news during the night that she had succumbed to the effects of her old age, and we gave thanks that
she was now entering her eternal rest.
It is impossible to express how grateful I am that my dearest loved ones were able to communicate their love in such blessed words to me just before
the end came for each of them. The fact that I was able to pray with my Dad in the moments before he passed will equally remain forever in mind as a
wonderful treasure. I hold those final opportunities to spend time with them as a beautiful gift, and I know that one fine day, when all the madness
on this parasite-ruled world is dealt with, I too will enter that rest, and will meet with them all again, along with those who perished in the Great
Deception/ Great Reset, which (when the war is won) will be known to future generations as the darkest troubles our world has ever seen. Hail to the
living Lord Jesus, who will ultimately restore everything to its proper place, bringing justice down upon the heads of the oppressors - one way or
another.
Sorry that this post is off-topic, but I just felt like sharing.