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I left
Tim’s hospital room late that night. Getting into
my car, I said a prayer to Grandma, thanking her for assisting
me with Tim. Before I could finish my thoughts of appreciation,
I felt her essence respond with a sincere “You’re
welcome, honey!” As Tim grew closer to
leaving his physical body, we talked extensively about
our friendship and love for each other. I made a promise to walk him
across to the other side when his time came. “Hand
in hand, we’ll walk across,” I gently told my best
friend of eleven years. “You’re not going to
have to do this alone.”
Two months before Tim
transitioned, he began to experience tremendous bouts
of dementia. His
parents decided it would be best if he lived with them until
he died. His mom orchestrated her work schedule and took
a leave of absence to be with her youngest son. The day
his parents came for him, Tim seemed better, almost coherent. We
were both sad he was leaving, but we knew it was for the best. It
was an emotional moment for us, and I was grateful that Tim
was aware of his surroundings. I was nervous that he wouldn’t
know me when his time came to transition. I was scared
that his conscious thinking mind wouldn’t remember me,
and that as the result of his dementia he might be too
afraid or confused to cross over.
We hugged each other
tightly and quietly cried in each other’s arms. In
that moment I realized this was probably the last hug we would
share. We felt helpless and oddly invincible as our love
for each other reached a new level.
“If you help me
get over there safe and sound, I’ll see that your dreams
come true,” he said, laughing and crying at the same time. “And
I’ll give you lots of signs so you’ll know it’s
really me helping you out from the other side.” We
laughed and made jokes back and forth until his parents
arrived and took him home.
A few weeks later, surrounded
by his family and friends, Tim lay practically lifeless
in another hospital bed. His room was filled with many people who
loved him. Each person took a turn holding Tim’s
hand, saying a final good-bye. I patiently waited for everyone
else to say farewell so that I could take my time getting
Tim across to the other side without his family realizing
what we
had agreed to do.
Holding Tim’s
hand and rubbing his arm, I monitored his breath closely. His
exhalations grew weaker by the moment. I closed my eyes,
said a prayer, and began sending telepathic messages and feelings
to Tim. I could feel and sense his essence in the room
and all around his loved ones. He was inside and outside
of us at the same time. I held his physical hand tightly
while waiting to feel the spirit hand touch mine.
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Suddenly a glorious
light emerged from everywhere and nowhere at the same
time, as if I were floating in the core of the sun. I felt my
best friend’s warm spiritual hand holding mine. His
smiling face filled my mind’s eye. His pure positive
essence caught me a little off guard. Tim’s soul
self looked and felt radiant and healthy. He was whole
and complete. Without words, we moved deeper into the
light. Hand in hand we became light bodies, as the angelic
essence of the nonphysical realm welcomed Tim with an
open and unconditional heart. I felt like a little
boy again, the same little boy who saw angels and spiritual
bodies in his bedroom, the kid who saw ghosts around him. This
feeling, which I was experiencing on a cellular level, was the
identical energy I had experienced as a child, yet it was a
timeless, ageless stream of consciousness that words cannot
describe. Tim and I floated inside it for what seemed like
one second of eternity on the faceless clock of the Universe. From
inside the veil of light emerged images and beings moving
toward Tim.
We realized this was
farewell. Energetically we hugged each other and said
our good-byes. I thanked him for being my best friend
in the whole world and vowed that we would somehow, be together
again soon. In my mind’s eye, the image of Tim and
me hugging transformed itself to the picture of me hugging Grandma
good-bye the year before she died. In that same moment,
Grandma was standing beside Tim and me. More people from
the other side, people I didn’t recognize, came forward
through the invisible veil to assist Tim on his journey
home.
With his radiant smile
and unconditional heart, Tim lovingly gave me the signal
that he was okay. He motioned for me to return to the hospital
room to be with his family and our friends. Upon opening
my eyes and adjusting my energy back to the hospital room,
I realized that Tim’s physical hand was still in mine. Looking
at his worn-out shell of a body, I knew he was no longer
inside it. His family and friends stood by his bed as
Tim released the final breath that held him bound to a
physical body in pain
and suffering. Seconds later, my best friend was free!
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