Chapter Six
Words that Helped a Son Die Peacefully
by Ruth Loring
When I reached the hospital that last day, he was gasping in heavy, tortured agony. I remembered that the dTibetans, believing that one's sense of hearing is the last of the senses to go, have special chants for sending souls on to the next plane of existence.
I took his motionless hand, seeking the right words, speaking slowly . . . "Tim, your body is relaxing. It feels wonderful to just let go. You are not your body. You are surrounded by light, beautiful light. You may hear music. Love is all around you."
"God's light is all around you, Tim. You can step out of your body whenever you want to. It's like crossing a little brook. You feel light, surrounded by love."
All at once his hand squeezed mine -- long and hard -- in a last farewell.
Then he left.
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