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Originally Posted by samncheese

My father at the end of a long bout with cancer, volenteered for an experimental procedure, but to do this operation the doctors took him off one of his meds for his heart. Turned out that med was working because he soon collapsed into a coma. I just happen to be at the hospital ten min. after he collapsed.

Soon the hospital doctors and staff stablized dad, and gave me the grim new that he was dying. I have never seen death as the end so it wan't that hard to take. Soon My brothers and sisters were all there and deciding what to do. We were raised in a christian belief that follows the laying on of hands. My family elected me to search the spirit of things and to lay my hands on my dying father and give a blessing.

I was moved by a power I have only felt a few times in my life, I saw many things, how the others that have passed wait for the next arrival with open arms and love. How this life is just a step to the next. As I blessed my father I said that all the family will gather together to say goodbye to him, that in the morning he we awaken to say farwell and then give up his wandering in this place and go to the next.

I went home that night seeing no need to stay there, I slept a peaceful night. In the morning I made my way to the hospital to find my aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandmither, plus all my siblings waiting for death. I went into the room with dad there the ventilator taped to his mouth, his eyes empty and distant. My brother Steve and my sister told me he hasen't even moved a muscle all night.

I smiled at them and said "it is time", with that I grabbed dads hand and said " Dad it's time to wake up...wake up Pop". In that instant his eyes focused and he woke up. He had no idea what he was doing there or what had happened. I had to tell dad that he was dying and that it would be hours, but that the family wanted to send thier love to him in person before he left. one by one each member of the family told him how much he is loved, thanked him for the person he is, and the love he had brought to the family.

When everyone had said a last goodbye, my sister and oldest brother quietly went into dads room one last time. With tears in our eyes I told dad that his body is wore out and it is ok for hiim to go now. The three of us were almost chanting "it's ok dad, yuo can go now" My father let go and with the sound of a heart monitor making that flatline sound he was gone.

I miss my father, and I am proud to be his son. He was a leader for me in life to the end. Through it all he never feared and never let on that the unknowen scared him. I give this in the hopes that it will give you strenght to face the unknowen with peace and love.

Without death life means nothing.
Be at peace

You are now a leader carrying your fathers qualities to help others. Be proud.

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