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My wife was talking with our sister in law...the wife of my brother so recently passed. My sister-in-law said that at the time he passed he was being attended by his eldest son and a son-in-law and the house was quiet with the exception of a loud rumble like as if a hot-rod (not you Betty) had quickly passed thru the house. The guys went to check on Bob and found him dead and that was it and also very appropriate because my brothers life time gig was collecting, restoring, rebuilding owning and selling hot rod Chevys mostly Corvettes. We had a laugh...there were no hot rods around especially in the house and the sound shook the house my nephew said. I mentioned "How nice of God to pick Bob up in a Vette to take him home and then thought with all of the roar from the engine it wasn't God who was driving...must have been Bob. Would have been Bob. Gotta check the property cause I know he still have some Vettes sitting around.
Not going to go up for the cremation celebration as the air fare is horrendous...gonna send leis for everyone in the family attending. My imagination is still smiling and waving at those two speeding off thru the atmosphere. I could happen....
I certainly know that sound and it is not to be denied. I am sure HP and your brother had a great trip on that machine and enjoyed one final ride.
HP does work in mysterious ways and although my son did not have that experience I felt HP's (Silent) presence in his room the night he passed as well.
Sorry you can't make it to the funeral, but I understand about the horrendous money they charge for flights. I cannot make it to my Aunts funeral in Calif, it will cost a small fortune. Linsc
(((Jerry))) - thanks for the great share. My mind is a visual place so I had a mini movie play based on your share. What a lovely way for your HP to show you that your brother is in great hands (and a great car)....ha.ha.ha.ha.....continuing to send positive thoughts and prayers for all of you!
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Practice the PAUSE...Pause before judging. Pause before assuming. Pause before accusing. Pause whenever you are about to react harshly and you will avoid doing and saying things you will later regret. ~~~~ Lori Deschene
How incredible that you can find levity and grave in the demise of an A. I had a friend, who I'm certainly didn't know was an alcoholic, commit suicide just before Christmas. There were no gracious moments in the way he chose to go. Another friend if the now ex ABF was murdered last year. There was nothing gracious about the way he went.
I would like to think of something wonderful to say. All I know is I sensed the friend who had committed suicide's death. I knew something was very wrong.
I don't know HP' s plans but for some people there is no grace in the way they go. They leave behind tremendous chaos and pain.
I know those thoughts and feelings Maresie an I use to have them also along with the fear that it was because God didn't care. I was wrong and now believe that God always cares and I often doubt. When I calm the doubts and replace them with trust and faith my spirit goes to silence which I like because I know that it is in that silence that I can best hear the voice of God...who is my creator Father who has always loved me no matter how I felt. ((((hugs))))
Jerry, this is such a lovely post. I was with my beloved grandmother when she passed away and experienced such a sense of calm and peace at the very moment she departed that it has changed my entire view of death and of my certainty of a HP. Though she was not an A, both her father and brother were. They were both physicians and I am certain alcohol killed my great uncle. No one has ever discussed my great grandfather's death, but it was likely alcohol related too.
Anyway, when she passed away, my sister, a cousin, and I had been with her (literally) for a week. We knew she was dying, but could never know when. At the very end, her breath was loud and piercing to our bodies to the point we turned on the television in her room. It was the first and only time I remember having it on the whole time. It was so loud, but the sound of her breath still penetrated our bodies.
Then, a very unique commercial came on. It was Christmas Eve at 7:22 pm and the television suddenly quieted and the screen was white. A red ribbon was all that the screen depicted. It was a bow, tying itself...kind of like a Christmas Bow (a Macy's commercial I think). Anyway, there was the quiet pause then a blairing sound of music and the words "Joy to the Word, the Lord is come"....followed immediately by "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" and we turned it off. It was at the very moment of the last notes that a peace came into the room and I looked with all my might to "see" something, but there was nothing to see....just the feeling of peace and love. It was likely the most amazing thing I have ever experienced....other than perhaps the birth of my daughter. It changed my life.
Where I had once feared death so horribly, I no longer do. I no longer am afraid of dying and I see things so differently now overall. I thank God I had the opportunity to spend those final days and moments with her and that He allowed me to witness such an amazing moment. It still brings tears to think of that night, but not tears of sadness. They are tears of genuine love.....true, whole, and complete. I used to have doubts sometimes about my HP, but I know He is there and He brings His children home.
-- Edited by hotrod on Friday 27th of January 2017 09:52:57 AM
I honestly believe that our higher power gives us what we need even in death, if we let him/her have control. We experienced so many small miracles when my FUL and MIL passed away in hospice care! They both passed away in a way that was very much in their style and both times I could feel a freshness pass through the room at that moment.
Maresie we lost some family members in November, a mother, father, and their daughter who was seven months pregnant. They were murdered by the daughter's ex boyfriend. Dad went easily enough, he was shot and died almost instantly, but mother and daughter were stabbed each over twenty times, mom also shot five times and daughter set on fire while still alive. I know that our higher power had nothing to do with it, (and yet there are some backslashes who have said it's God's will), but I'd like to think she/he was there for them making it easier for them. I guess what I am trying to say, is that I have to believe and trust that my HP brought them some sort of peace at the end. I have to believe there was a miracle in there somewhere.
I don't believe God doesn't care. Certainly the ex AVG friend out himself in the way of trouble all his life. Nevertheless he lay in a coma for six months with no visitors including the ex ABF (who swore he was family). They didn't even bother to bring him some Vaseline
As for my friend who.committed suicide, the shock was he didn't disclose to me or others he had problem . He only.disclosed to people who later gossiped about him. There were certainly little blips here and there. He committed suicide in a very dramatic way. He was a real friend to me.
So certainly their deaths led me to a lot of introspection. Family means very different things to certain people. Another boyfriend has a brother who.committed suicide. His family never mention him. It is not even acknowledged he existed.
I used to long for family and connection. There are some families I.would rather not be connected to.
My friend who.committed suicide went to work on a day he was clearly really ill. He was strong armed into it because of company policy. Recently I was being bullied in a work.setting. After his death I.marshalled all my resources I got out of there
I got another job, nearer to my home, better conditions.
Life is a real mystery to me. I do have some choices. I.am no longer willing to be bullied and scapegoats and left to do all the work.
I am also accepting that I will not know what the circumstances are or were that led to my friends death. Being forced to go to work when he was clearly I'll was one of them
I returned to the board this morning looking for other information and willing to do other support and fell back into this discussion. I am grateful I did because I believe this subject will never be over for me and others. My wife and I just go back into the house from outside talking to a neighbor who wove 25 ti leis for us to send up to family for the funeral celebration. I feel so full of support and love and I am thanking my brother for in part making it happen. I am amazed again how HP can use any situation for good. Mahalo Piha ohana a me akua (((((hugs)))))
*** Is anyone else having trouble updating and having words "changed" when you post? I have tried to correct some misspellings and other things (like vow should be bow and piece should be peace)***
For some reason, it will not accept any changes to my earlier post and I can not make the words read as I wish, even if they are correct in the preview plane.
DMB - I've not had any issues like that....sorry you are having issues - I have no suggestions but that's strange!!!
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Practice the PAUSE...Pause before judging. Pause before assuming. Pause before accusing. Pause whenever you are about to react harshly and you will avoid doing and saying things you will later regret. ~~~~ Lori Deschene
Sorry for your loss Jerry. As always I love your beautiful take on the situation.
DMB I have encountered this issue and resolved it simply by clearing my browser history, cookies etc.
Thanks for the answers and yes, I am positive I used the edit button and the save preview and then the post correctly. Perhaps it was a fluke....but I just noticed that I never "logged out" even though I did attempt to. I'll try the logout again.
