Hard to believe that it was only a week ago that I rolled a small suitcase into my father’s hospital room in CCU, making plans to help him welcome in the Sabbath. Little did I know that 48 hours later he would be motioning my sister and me to his bedside, summoning what little strength he had left to say goodbye, sharing the hope that he had been a good father to us and that he was on the way to heaven.
Dad’s body was still on his bed, his vitals strong, but for a period of over an hour he was unresponsive. His mind/soul had detached from his body and travelled to a destination we only learned when he returned and informed me that he had a bad dream. He dreamt that he was at his own funeral. Was it just a dream, or perchance a tug of war between his mind and body?
An epilogue is a rider of sorts, typically an afterword at the end of a book.
Dr. Sherwin Nuland is an author about whom I’ve blogged before and he has written extensively about giving elders dignity and respect in determining life’s end. If How We Die is a reflection on life’s final chapter, Dad is now officially in the process of adding on pages. He said to me, not long after returning from his venture beyond, that he would like to get re-acquainted. I’m very pleased to help him write his epilogue.