Choose to see death as simply removing a garment or moving from one room to another…it’s merely a transition. Wayne Dyer
I mentioned in my last post “I start a business continued” that in 2009 my father died…I’m going to elaborate a little more on that experience here.
In May 2009 my father died or should I say he transitioned.
The phone call came about 8 am that Sunday morning. I was met by my brother who lives in the US’s agitated voice on the other end of the line and honestly, I had no idea of what he was about to tell me.
“Where were you yesterday Jacq? I was trying to call you all day!” He said, sounding upset.
“I was out!” I replied. “I went to a friends birthday party—what’s the problem?” I asked, returning his impatience.
“I’ve got some bad news to tell you,” My brother said, softening his tone.
Even though I knew my dad was ill… he had been suffering from heart and prostate difficulties for a few years. It was beyond me to think about him dying. The death of a close relative wasn’t something I’ve had to deal with before so…somehow the possibility of my dad’s death was the furthest thing from my mind.