You too. I was beside my mom and my husband when they died, and I am grateful I could be there with them. I did not experience what you did, but was grateful that they were at peace and surrounded by love.
God bless you. You were really blessed to share this. My father died two weeks after his 48th birthday of pancreatic cancer. The last 24 hours of his life he rolled from side to side, moaning. His sister, who was an RN, tended him. He had been in terrible pain for a month since surgery, but when he died his face displayed a beatific smile. He was a true Christian and the most forgiving person I ever knew. We were very close, and I still miss him, but the pain of loss fades, while the memories do not.
A few years ago I was missing him more, especially since losing my husband, when I happened to find writings by Dov Fischer on The American Spectator in which he discussed religions. While he is an Orthodox Rabbi and my father a devout Christian, their belief in God and their moral foundations were the same. I believe that Dov knows Christianity better than most Christians. It really helped me to know how united we are, regardless of our roots. Keep the faith. We will all meet again.
Not until the Great White Throne are final decisions made. Revelation 20
Thank you for sharing that.
I have been watching Neer Death Experiences once in a while on youtube. Some very interesting stories about people who die for a short time.
For me the stories give me comfort since I only have a short time left here on earth I think.
What a wonderful memory for you of your father seeing his peaceful hereafter. You really are blessed, and it's probably no accident.
You too. I was beside my mom and my husband when they died, and I am grateful I could be there with them. I did not experience what you did, but was grateful that they were at peace and surrounded by love.
God bless you. You were really blessed to share this. My father died two weeks after his 48th birthday of pancreatic cancer. The last 24 hours of his life he rolled from side to side, moaning. His sister, who was an RN, tended him. He had been in terrible pain for a month since surgery, but when he died his face displayed a beatific smile. He was a true Christian and the most forgiving person I ever knew. We were very close, and I still miss him, but the pain of loss fades, while the memories do not.
A few years ago I was missing him more, especially since losing my husband, when I happened to find writings by Dov Fischer on The American Spectator in which he discussed religions. While he is an Orthodox Rabbi and my father a devout Christian, their belief in God and their moral foundations were the same. I believe that Dov knows Christianity better than most Christians. It really helped me to know how united we are, regardless of our roots. Keep the faith. We will all meet again.
God bless you and your family.
And none who sleep in death will have any consciousness until the resurrections occur.