I feel fortunate to have a positive outlook on death and the final exit from this earth plane through having experienced the death of people who were close to me. In our western culture we live in fear of old age and death, and we go to the extreme of idolizing youth. We shut away or hide any reminders of the greatest loss that we all inevitably have to face at some time. The uncertainty of life, the not knowing when it will be our turn to leave this plane and the unknown that we face, is the most terrifying part of existence for most of us. We live in fear of death. How do we live fully, when every step is a step closer to dying? The spiritual healing journey is the path to understanding the meaning of life which in turn gives us the courage to embrace death and the unknown. No matter how many stories we hear about the afterlife, no one really knows for sure what happens next.
What I know for sure from the four times I have been in the presence of death and dying, is that there is a heightened experience of energy around the person who is dying, similar to the time of birth. When I gave birth to my daughter in the hospital, there was an energy presence of a room full of beings accompanying the soul of my daughter on her entrance into this world. I had this same experience around each of the four people I knew who died. In each instance, on the actual day that they died, there was an unusually beautiful uplifting feeling in the atmosphere for me. I will mention two of these incidents.
The night before my father died, he was in great spirits and very lucid compared to the previous weeks. We were not expecting him to die for a few more months. As I was leaving the room that night, he said my name in a very strong voice that made me turn around and look at him. Our gaze locked and he said a resounding, “Thank You!” to me. I was so taken aback; what was that about? It was like he was thanking me for being, for our whole life. It was shocking because my father was not very expressive. The next morning there was an upbeat feeling in the house; my dad was sitting up having a cup of tea and laughing with my mother, and my daughter and I decided to go out for ice cream. When we came back a few minutes later he had died. During the next few days for me, there was a very euphoric ambiance in the midst of the grief of his passing. There was that same feeling around, just as when my daughter was born, of being surrounded by unseen well wishers.
When my mother-in-law was in the hospital, she was in a drugged sleep most of the time. When the doctor came to visit, she would be all perky. The last time she saw the doctor, she said, “Why is it taking so long?” She was ready to die and was impatient to go. We took her home the next day. That night my sister-in-law sang to her and fed her ice cream. The next morning there was a beautiful sunrise; my husband and I went for a walk and saw a school of dolphins playing in the ocean close to the beach right in front of her house. It was if they came to pay their last respects; she volunteered as a docent at the aquarium for a while. The grandchildren arrived from back East that morning and they gathered around and sang to her. Her bed was in the living room and the house was full of family members. We were cooking and laughing while my mother-in-law lay dying; someone always at her side holding her hand. Amidst the laughter and the chatter, she died peacefully. We all gathered around, held hands and offered our last best wishes and sent her off.
Are we aware on some level of the time of our impending death and able to control when we actually leave? In my mother-in-law’s case it seemed she waited until all her family members were able to come from afar to pay their final respects. Here is a link to an interesting post from Dr Hamilton’s blog, From The Scalpel To The Pen, related to this subject.
Death is a natural part of life and must be celebrated, just as we celebrate birth. There is a lovely story that Thich Nhat Hahn told, that in his country elders are respected and death is welcomed. He spoke of one elder who would sometimes lie in the coffin that had been prepared for him to make sure it still fit. Such is the lightness in the outlook on death in that culture.
May we all live courageously and fully and celebrate our lives, so that at the final exit we are able to say that we have done what we can to leave this world a better place than we found it, for those we leave behind.













