The Journey by Barb Montanye Kleeman


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SUMMARY: This is something which was written from a dream I had a few nights following the death of my ex father in law. It touches on what may have gone thru his mind during those last moments.

The Journey
Suddenly the bright lights of the hospital room gave way to a darkness that seemed to envelop me. I could still hear the voices of those people around me, but I could no longer blink my eyes or squeeze a hand. From a distance I heard familiar voices calling to me and after a moment or two I realized what was happening to me. I was drifting away ... I knew that it was time for me to let go of the life that I had come to know and begin my journey to the unknown. In a blink of an eye I could see there before me the most important moments of my lifetime, and then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
"Can he hear us?" I heard my loving wife asked the nurse.
" We just don't know," came the reply. " But if there is something you want to tell him, then this is the time ."
I wanted to speak, to moan, to wiggle my foot. If there was just something that would let them know, but I could not. All at once I noticed forms taking shape all about me. There surrounding my bed were the faces of my loved ones who had passed on. My father, mother, grandparents, cousins, and friends. I felt both joy and sadness. I was not yet ready to leave my wife, children and grandchildren,and yet, I was happy to be reunited with those people who had been so dear to me. You may as well go home" , the nurse told my wife, adding that they would call if there was any change during the night.
"Don't go." I wanted to say. I knew that my time was growing short and I wanted to spend as much of it as I could with my family. Then, one by one they came to my bedside and said yheir "goodnights," They knew too that this was "good-bye". As my pain began to ease, I began to look forward to what might lie ahead. After all, death was not an experience which I had much knowledge of. And although I didn't enjoy watching their faces as they left the room, I was glad that my pain was nearing the end. I knew that God had His reasons for taking me home now, and that it was not a decision that was made lightly.
Before long the pain which I had felt for the past few weeks was completely and totally gone. I felt like a kid again, like there was nothing that I couldn't do! I took a step and kicked up my heels. I found myself giggling like a little boy and all manner of worries were gone.
I was surrounded by all of the good souls which had come to this place before me and I felt peace. The kind of peace that only comes from complete and total love, and I knew that what I had heard was true, that there really was a heaven.