What My Mother'S Dying Taught Me About Living

Death is a very sacred experience. And in my opinion, it is generally a very personal experience. I think of the death experience much like I consider birth. It is so sacred, and so unique, and so heavenly that words cannot adequately describe it. The births of my children brought feelings I had never before known. They branded into my heart a firm testimony of the sanctity of life, Divine origin, and pure innocence. Except for the birth of one of my daughters in a teaching hospital where there was a plethora of residents, our experiences were shared only as husband and wife, with quiet doctors and nurses attending to the physical needs of our baby and me. Those births were so sacred that they created a stronger bond between us (the baby's parents) and an instantaneous bond with our child, all the while strengthening our connection with Heavenly Father. This is how I think death is for most people. An individual sacred experience, sometimes shared with very close loved ones, and sometimes accompanied by medical professionals to assist. So it is very precious to me that my mother welcomed some, including myself, to be a part of her personal death experience. My gratitude also goes to my father who equally shared their experience as my mother exited mortality.It's been over two years since my mother's passing, yet what I learned, what I felt, and how I grew is still so poignant.

• | Author: Denalee Call Chapman
• | Publisher: Independently Published
• | Publication Date: Mar 01, 2019
• | Number of Pages: 132 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1796853992
• | ISBN-13: 9781796853995