I arrived at my father’s deathbed just a few hours before his passing. I could no longer feel his presence in the room. His body had released all muscle tone and his mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, moving very little air. I pulled a chair to his bedside and leaned over, resting my face and shoulders next to his.
While I was lying there, I looked up to the place near the ceiling where I had seen my mother before, waiting for him. At the time, I had asked her why she didn’t take him and she’d said that he wasn’t ready to go. I had also seen the white path leading to the spirit world then. My dad’s spirit had tried to swim up the path, but never made the top before coming back down to the bed. I hadn’t seen my mother or the spirit path there for several months.
As I lay next to my dying father, both my mother and the spirit world became visible again. My mother had made a beautiful white bed in a white room for her partner. Brilliant white. She was waiting for him to enter there and rest.