I sat beside my father as he lay on his bed with an unknown illness. His sickness was acute and unexpected as he was incredibly healthy for his age of 100 and then one night he became violently ill and was rushed to emergency in an ambulance. I wanted to ride along with him because I felt certain that he would not make it to the hospital, but the paramedics said no, so I hopped into my car and raced to the hospital to be with him. By the time I arrived there they already had him behind a curtain and they told me that I could not see him because the doctors were running tests. The only thing they said was that he still was alive, but not conscious. The drama built inside me as I waited for almost half an hour. Finally they allowed me to go in and see him.
As I entered I nearly dropped to my knees when I saw all of the tubes coming out of him to the extent that I couldn't even see his face. I became choked up and as I stood by him I held his hand and I started to speak to him asking him if he could hear me. There was no response. My heart was broken. I said, "Dad, I love you so much that it hurts. I want to be with you right now. I want to join you where ever you are."
I looked down at him and could not believe how much his appearance had changed in just a couple of hours. At home he was not feeling well but he still looked human, but now as he lay in the hospital, he looked inhuman. His skin was no longer a whitish color, but it was now a pallid looking ashen grey. He no longer looked like my father and at times I didn't even believe it was him. I glanced at his vital signs on the monitor and even though he still had a heartbeat, a blood pressure reading and was still breathing I knew he had one step on the other side.
Then the priest came in and read him his last rites. Seconds later he flatlined and I continued sitting in the chair holding his hand. A minute later I saw a vaporous substance swirl overtop of his body and slowly form into my father. Imperceptibly he floated out over his body and held out his hand for me to join him. I reached for his hand and my spirit began to separate. He grabbed on and pulled me out of my body and I started to float with him in the air. I looked down and could see my father's corpse lying on the bed and I also could see myself sitting in the chair motionless, still holding his hand. We continued to rise in the air but slowly my grip weakened on his hand as he tried to pull me along with him into the next dimension. I could hold on no longer and began to descend back into my body. It was not meant to be. It was not yet my time to join him. I looked up at the ceiling and he was gone.
But my soul was at ease knowing he would be waiting for me on the other side when my time came to an end on this earth.