I always wonder if the person taking flight knows, and if so, how?
Does someone who went before only you can see, come to escort you?
Is it like in the film, Heaven Can Wait, when James Mason arrives in a nice suit telling you it’s your time?
I remember my grandmother talking to my grandfather as if he were sitting on the edge of her bed. The doctor said, the hemoglobin sometimes causes hallucinations.
Well, if that were true, she was having one helluva one, and so happy to see her dear Michael again. It seemed Dr. Ruin-it’s romance was sure down a quart where Granny was concerned.
I also wonder if fear is present.
My other grandfather I was very close to, as he lay dying, waited for me. After bursting into his hospital room seeing him looking so frail, fell apart. He took my hand, whispering…don’t’a worry my Susilina. All okay. The moment I left, he passed.
Steve Jobs last words were…Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow.
Considering he was the cyber king, I can’t help but to think what awaits is a wonderful surprise since he would know, right?
George Washington’s last words were…Tis well, another glimpse into the great beyond.
Transition, as checking out is sometimes called, fascinates me. I’m not sure one’s resurrected, but pretty sure the soul takes a final curtain call.
A woman told me, when her mother died, she saw her soul leave her body, one of the reasons the Irish believe in opening a window so it can go on its merry way.
Another guy said, his late lover’s soul leapt around the room, passing through his body before disappearing like steam.
Wonder what he was drinking, but who knows, far be it for me to doubt his word, drunk or otherwise.
I’ve had visitations myself, two to be exact, when my friend Bill died. I awoke suddenly to find a man with his back to me, asleep in my bed. I jumped, apparently chasing it away, later reading that, if you show fear the spirit won’t stay.
Was he just saying, see ya, on his way to his next stop?
Another time he was sitting by my window while I wept when my friend Jackie died. He had on the same clothes he wore when I had seen him last, like he’d just been in the other room.
Did I imagine it? I’m pretty sure not, especially since as he faded to black, so did my pain.
Death is such a mystery, yet is it?
When Bunny Mellon was about to go, as if she knew the exact time, asked to have the window opened so she could be that much closer to nature.
Did she hear, Flight 101 to the Elysian Fields is now boarding?
I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.