Recently my dad passed away and I was able to spend the last two days of his life with him. In the hours before he died I could feel him leaving his body and when he died I remember feeling that dad’s body was not Him.
We took dad home for 3 days before the funeral and he lay in his coffin in the lounge of our family home. Many visitors and family came to see him and shared stories about his life. Often I would go and stand by his coffin and I knew that it was not Him.
When we were in the church and his coffin was centre stage and family shared memories about dad I remember looking at the coffin and I knew that what it contained was not Him.
At the graveside as we all stood around and talked about dad, the coffin was lowered into the ground and I definitely knew that it was not Him.
And now a few weeks later, as I visually try and hold onto my dad, I can feel the very strong attachment we have to the physical body and what it looks like and how this imprint is often what we hold onto in our heads and in the photos we keep and look at.
What I was feeling after he died was the departure of his soul from his body and I knew that without his soul, the body was not Him and was no longer needed.
When I connect with the soul of my dad I remember his hugs whenever I was leaving and that special kiss on the cheek. Dad was not an overly physically affectionate man, but when he hugged, I knew it was from Him.
When I connect to the soul of my dad I can feel the love he had for his family, not always shown in traditional ways, but it was felt by us all and we knew it was from Him.
When I connect to the soul of my dad I shed a tear as my mum reads some quotations from the heart, which she found in a drawer in his writing desk, and we know they are from Him.
For most of my life I have been told about the finality of death and that we go to heaven or hell. It has never felt true to me and I have never believed this explanation.
Serge Benhayon has presented death as a ‘passing over’, where our soul eventually comes back again into another physical body to live another lifetime. Our spirit is on a journey through many lives learning the lessons we need to learn on our journey back to be united with God. This makes so much sense to me, as I cannot believe that our life here has no purpose except a beginning and an end.
In my observations of my dad’s death I could feel the absence of “Him” in his body and know that this life was only a small part of his journey on his way back to God.
Published with permission of my Mum.
By Anne Hishon, Registered Nurse, Tauranga, New Zealand