Hmm. I did have a great-aunt who . . . seemed without fear, even joyous.
She was 94 years old, and contracted pneumonia, and refused any major treatment. She told family and the doctors that she was old, she was tired, and she wanted to see her family and friends in heaven and meet Jesus. So they just gave her pain meds and whatever made it a bit easier to breathe. I was holding her hand at the end, and she seemed to know the moment - she told everyone in the room, individually, something that she thought made us special and that she loved us, she looked around the room and said "I love you all", and then closed her eyes. She was gone a minute later.
I really hope I get to do the same thing when it's my time - without the "meet Jesus" part.
She was 94 years old, and contracted pneumonia, and refused any major treatment. She told family and the doctors that she was old, she was tired, and she wanted to see her family and friends in heaven and meet Jesus. So they just gave her pain meds and whatever made it a bit easier to breathe. I was holding her hand at the end, and she seemed to know the moment - she told everyone in the room, individually, something that she thought made us special and that she loved us, she looked around the room and said "I love you all", and then closed her eyes. She was gone a minute later.
I really hope I get to do the same thing when it's my time - without the "meet Jesus" part.
"The family that prays together...is brainwashing their children."- Albert Einstein
