THE FINAL JOURNEY

It is a profound unexpected experience to be with someone at the end of their life journey.

Each day, closer to Heaven, 11-20-17

We all know that our lives are limited.  They are a part of life.  I felt honored that I shared those final stages of Dad's journey.
The waiting can take a toll  mentally and physically,
the sitting, watching, holding of hands, rubbing his head, caressing his cheek, watching for the slightest change.

11-25-17

  Seeing a slight movement of his lips or a flutter of his eyes and wondering what it means? Was he trying to tell us something?
 His breath quickened at the sweet sound of the guitar strumming. Tender melting strains of the hymns we sang led to a surreal silence.

Matt's guitar

  We could tell he had heard.  A remarkable serene, peace permeated the atmosphere.
  His breathing changed.   Last emotional moments for me, a peaceful resignation as I submitted the care giving over to the care of all care givers.
  His mouth hinted of a smile. His brown eyes struggled to see. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a flutter of the eye and then he was gone.  

Close to Home

  A strange and  disconnected feeling of reality took over my emotions as I walked silently out the room.  The silence was deafening.  Dad was now in Heaven.  (11-25-17, 10:15 pm.)