Welcome to THE FINAL WORD, the blog of The Final Words Project, a forum for sharing final words accounts and the compelling language of end of life.
This one comes from Linda Engeseth.
Linda Engeseth was called to the bedside of her father. She was told to come quickly because he was nearing his death. As she rushed over to his nursing home, what she experienced was more than just her dying father. Linda got a glimpse, through her father’s accounts, of how beautiful things may be on the other side.
“My father was in his 11th+ year of Alzheimer’s. He was in a home, and I was called at 3am and told to come as soon as possible, because he was dying. As I sat at his side, he rolled over in bed, looked me directly in the eye and said, plain as day (like he was perfectly lucid), “I’m dying and I’m scared.” He had not spoken clearly like that in years. He lay back down, then stared at the ceiling, looking in wonderment like a child at Disneyland, and said “Isn’t it beautiful?” He kept reaching toward the ceiling with both hands and said, “Mamow, Mamow” over and over again.
My mother (they were divorced) later told me that that was what he called his grandmother when he was a child. It was definitely his time, and he needed to go, but watching him during that experience was so intense and beautiful at the same time, and took every ounce of the fear of dying away from me.”
Like Linda, when we see these uncharacteristically joyful moments experienced through our dying loved-ones, we can’t help but drop away our own fears related to dying. The sheer joy and peacefulness that sweeps over their faces, allows us to shed our own fears around the inevitability of death and dying.
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