My Grandfather Oliver. He left earth in 1990. I was with him as he passed. I SAW his eyes SEE what was before him. He reached up and out with his right arm, his hand opened wide. He opened his mouth as if to speak...then his spirit left his eyes. I watched. I saw. I never took my eyes off his eyes. It was both terrible AND beautiful. We were in Indianapolis. The hospital. We were alone in that room; except for Whosoever it was he reached out to. (One can only wonder.)
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 17:53:36 +0000
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