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December 2006 - Page 20

Dad's Deathbed Vision
by Marilynn

Here is the story of my dad's passing. I live about one hour north of my parents. I went home to go to work, but made plans to return Tuesday, my next day off. That morning, my mom called early and told me that dad had kept her up all night. She said he wouldn't eat or drink anything, and every time she left his side he called her back. She said she was tired and quite perturbed with him and thought it best to not have visitors. I knew that he was leaving us soon.

I ignored her request and jumped in my car. When I arrived, the hospice nurse was there. My dad had just seen "a little girl with a skeleton key opening a door." The nurse said that she was the first one to come to help him cross. She instructed my mom to sit by his side and stay there. I was standing by my dad's side and he asked mom, "Who is the stocky man in the blue shirt standing behind Marilynn?" She told him no one was there.

For the next few hours, he described various people in the room as he slipped in and out of consciousness. I put some soft music from the '40s on the radio and he was moving his feet back and forth with the music. As the hours passed, he stopped moving his arms and legs, but occasionally he would open his eyes and look up to the heavens seemingly past us and the ceiling and reach his arms outstretched in that direction.

Later that evening, his eyes opened, his arms raised up as though someone else had lifted them for him. He took one last breath and as he let it out, his outstretched arms came down and folded across his chest. I would not have believed this had I not seen it with my own eyes.

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