This past weekend I was working at my computer on Sunday morning when I was overwhelmed by a need to call a friend. The message I felt she needed to hear was that she should be aware in the next little while of the communications that her elderly friend would be sharing before and after her passing. She had recently been in attendance at the hospital bedside of this 90 year old woman preparing to cross over. After my own NDE (Near Death Experience), I find the word "dying" to be an erroneous term when describing the permanent process of leaving ones human body.
Later that day, I joined this same friend in attending a horse parade in the streets of our small community. After the event, she asked if I would accompany her during the visit to the hospital. I agreed and we both found ourselves in the peaceful room where her friend had been receiving palliative care over the last few days. Two colorful balloons attached to her bed and the many birthday cards on the window sill attested to the birthday celebration, which never officially took place last Friday since her comatose state had not allowed for regular channels of communication.
Again, since there are no coincidences, I asked a few questions about how she had met her friend decades ago and what type of personality and interests she had. Slowly but surely, the questions and answers led me to the reason why I was present. This elderly lady wanted her birthday gift. She wanted to go home. As I was leaving the room to look for a hospital staff member in order to inquire about the steps to address her channeled request, a doctor walked in to check on her level of physical comfort. My friend then made the inquiries as to how the woman's family members should proceed if they were to allow her passing to take place in her home. A few minutes of gentle dialogue took place between the physician and my friend and it was concluded with the final response to the ultimate question," What would you do if it was your mother"? He agreed that it would be quite simple and, given the fact it was her final request, he would let her return home.
After the doctor's departure, my friend looked at me and exclaimed in wonder, "Isn't it wonderful that a physician walked in on a Sunday afternoon just as we needed one to get some answers"?! To which I replied," I guess you didn't notice the wings on his back". A few minutes later, she drove me home and left me at my door with the promise to speak to the woman's family about the possible arrangements.
The next morning, my friend called me to let me know that her elderly friend had just crossed over. She was disappointed that the transfer had not had a chance to take place before her passing. I reminded her that her friend's family had already given their mother permission to go that Saturday and that our Sunday visit confirmed that her final wish would be granted. She now "knew" she could go home.
It was not the action that was necessary, but the heartfelt intention which released her and allowed her to return to her true "home".
Relationships with family members and loved ones, in general, do not begin or end with their birth and passing. I enjoy a more gentle and humorous dialogue with my mother after her crossing, since her energy is now free of the constraints of our human journey. Whenever I see red geraniums, I know that my grandfather is saying, "Bonjour" (Hello). Near the end of his life, he had his favorite flowers in containers hanging off his apartment balcony.
Take heart in the knowledge that all relationships transform into unconditional love no matter their earthly circumstances and issues.
You are loved beyond the veil.