I've had a few major experiences, although rare, that have made me question whether or not there is life after death.
One was my father's "visitation" by a man who my father told me would stand at the foot of his bed and ask my dad to 'go with him.' My dad was recovering from pneumonia at home after a hospital stay of about five days. He was doing well and we thought he was on the mend when he started talking about seeing this man.
I was in the room a couple of times when the man was apparently with us. My dad was very weak and bed-ridden, so I had to bring him his meals in his room. The first time he told me about the man and said he was right at the foot of the bed, I asked "what does he look like?" My dad said, "he's standing right there." Like, hello, are you blind? I just said yes, I see him. I didn't want to frighten my dad, even though I wanted to get more information on who or what he was seeing. He told me that the man kept asking him to go with him, and he (my dad) didn't know what to do. He asked me what he should do, and I was at a loss. I said it was up to him, but that if he didn't really want to go he didn't have to.
The second time he saw him while I was in the room, he told me he was showing him a beautiful city. He had a look of awe on his face and was looking to the right of the bed, and asked me to look at it too but all I saw was the wall and closet. He kept saying how beautiful it was, and looked positively dazzled by it.
My dad then had a relapse and had to be hospitalized again with pneumonia. He seemed to recover a second time, then had another relapse, and his doctor said he was so weak that he most likely wouldn't survive this time. He had him on a very low dose of morphine just to keep him comfortable, but things weren't looking good.
I had been living with my parents but moved out by the second bout with pneumonia and was going to school, so I wasn't caring for my dad regularly like I had before. His last days he was really foggy and not very communicative, so I have no idea if he was still getting these visitations.
He died four days after Father's Day.
This incident really shook me to the core. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting to know that my father wasn't afraid in his last days. You hear about these things second-hand occasionally, but when it happens to you it is really mind-blowing, to say the least.
So I was wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience...?
Selina
One was my father's "visitation" by a man who my father told me would stand at the foot of his bed and ask my dad to 'go with him.' My dad was recovering from pneumonia at home after a hospital stay of about five days. He was doing well and we thought he was on the mend when he started talking about seeing this man.
I was in the room a couple of times when the man was apparently with us. My dad was very weak and bed-ridden, so I had to bring him his meals in his room. The first time he told me about the man and said he was right at the foot of the bed, I asked "what does he look like?" My dad said, "he's standing right there." Like, hello, are you blind? I just said yes, I see him. I didn't want to frighten my dad, even though I wanted to get more information on who or what he was seeing. He told me that the man kept asking him to go with him, and he (my dad) didn't know what to do. He asked me what he should do, and I was at a loss. I said it was up to him, but that if he didn't really want to go he didn't have to.
The second time he saw him while I was in the room, he told me he was showing him a beautiful city. He had a look of awe on his face and was looking to the right of the bed, and asked me to look at it too but all I saw was the wall and closet. He kept saying how beautiful it was, and looked positively dazzled by it.
My dad then had a relapse and had to be hospitalized again with pneumonia. He seemed to recover a second time, then had another relapse, and his doctor said he was so weak that he most likely wouldn't survive this time. He had him on a very low dose of morphine just to keep him comfortable, but things weren't looking good.
I had been living with my parents but moved out by the second bout with pneumonia and was going to school, so I wasn't caring for my dad regularly like I had before. His last days he was really foggy and not very communicative, so I have no idea if he was still getting these visitations.
He died four days after Father's Day.
This incident really shook me to the core. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting to know that my father wasn't afraid in his last days. You hear about these things second-hand occasionally, but when it happens to you it is really mind-blowing, to say the least.
So I was wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience...?
Selina