At death’s door for 3 weeks, I was finally in the doctor’s office. I was too sick to be my usual bundle of nerves. I leaned back in the rock hard seat and closed my eyes.
“Ms. Brentley?” called the nurse in an efficient tone of voice. I stood up to respond and promptly fainted. Fell out in the middle of the office. The next thing I heard were the sirens of an ambulance with EMTs shouting about intubating and losing me. LOSING WHOM? I opened my mouth and called out that I was not in the death throes but they could not hear me.
Something out of the corner of my eye flashed. It was sparkly and so warm. I reached my hands out when I realized that the energy was known to me. It was my mom. She didn’t have a body but it was certainly her. Wordlessly, she told me that it was time to join her. That my time of reunion had come. Turning to look in the area she silently beckoned me, I beheld everyone I had ever lost. A calm and peace settled on my soul as she lead me away from the body that had carried my spirit for so many years.
© Carol Campbell 2016
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