Father's Passing Over

From: Luka AInley (yelnia@telusplanet.net)
Story type: Angel
Location: hospital
Source: Form Submission

It has been eleven years now that my father passed on. We were never close and for the nine year previus to his passing he was in a nursing home. He had parkinsons disease and senial dimensia. The famiy was called to the hospital and we were told that my father would probably not make it through the night. The day passed with all of there. The decison had been made not to attempt herioc measures to save his life. He was 86 and had never like being in the nursing home. I was a partial guardian to him. My father could not breathe too well and he had all sorts of machines hooked up to him. To help him breathe the hurses and family members would help to move Daddy onto his side and later onto his back. This was repeated many times. He could not talk - barely make a sound and certainly nothing that could be understood.

It was decided that I would stay the night with my Dad and when he was moved into a room, all the machines were disconnected. It was expected that he would pass away that night. I was in what they call a sleeping chair in his room. Not very comfortable, but I had a blanket and would doze off now and then. My father had pneumonia.

Throughout the night the nurse And I would turn Daddy to help his breathing so it wasn;t like I slept and this was a dream.

About four o'clock Daddy suddenly partially sat up in bed and asked me in a clear voice if "I had seen him?" I took this in stride and asked Daddy who was there. He said berbnard was there. Bernard was my Dad's brother who passed on many yers earlier. I asked Daddy what Bernard wanted and Daddy said he wanted him to go with him. I asked my Dad why he didn't go and Daddy said "The son-of-a-bitch wouldn't tell him where they were going". Now that sounded just like my Dad.

Daddy ANd I continued to have a conversation and he asked me if I thoguht there was a hell. I explained that I thought Hell was what we created here on earth for ourselves, but when we die we go onto into a very beautiful experience. (I have had an NDE so I know) Dad thought this was a much better explanation from what my Mom had told him. We talked for a little while about odinary things and then Daddy fell asleep.

In the morning at about 7:00 AM he was transported back to thenursing home with no fever and no pneumonia. Quite the come back from being so close to death.

About twop weeks later on Friday morning the nursing home called and advised that my Dad had choked to death on his breakfast. You would think I would be appalled or upset - but rather I could hear my Dad saying that he always said the food in there would kill him. I guess he was right. Not too long after Dad died I was up and about in the morning and suddenly I could hear my Dad laughing. It got through to me telepathically that he was having a great time. He was going all over the place - visting dimensions we know nothing about here on earth. He said he checks in on me every so often, but that he was having a great time.

I feel grateful for having had this experience with my Father. I've talked abut it to family membrs who's reactions are mostly, on the surface, quietly acceptive. I get the feeling they don't really believe me - but then there is my Dad's sudden recovery with no ill effects. He could speak clearly for a few days after the incident, but then lapsed once again into the mumbling.

Knowing my Dad is having a great time is a great comfort to me.
Luka