Well, I havnt been on this site for a long time, but had to join in this debate.
On 25th January, at 3am. in the morning, my children and myself witnessed the death of my husband George.
He had his funeral two days ago, on Valentines Day.
We had agreed what he wanted me to do upon his journey out of this world and I did it. Which was to sing his favourite chorus and pray for him. All this was done.
Upon his gradual and peaceful transition from this world to the next, every line of pain went from his face, as we sat and held his hands. It was obvious to all of us present, even one daughter who has no particular faith, that he was going home to God.
I am 100 percent certain of that.
If ever a death could be described as beautiful, then his was. and
he just slipped from this life into the next, and looked like a young man again.
Nothing else to say really, except death is just shedding this body and going to the next.
Not all deaths can be as special as this, but there has to be something else, otherwise what is the point of anything.
A continous existence of the human spirit. I have witnessed this for myself and I will never fear death again, only the manner of dying.
