Elevator Lights

A reflection about being with one of my mentors as she died in 2008. Written in 2012 for Purpose Magazine’s January 2013 Epiphany publication.

I did not even plan to visit her that evening. I pressed the down button on the elevator, yet when I arrived on the first floor, something in my gut told me to go to up. This may seem strange, but I have always trusted my gut when making decisions. And, I have come to know that gut feeling as the voice of the Divine. So, as the up button was illuminated, I knew I was going in the right direction.

I entered her hospital room and told her about the rainy weather, how much she is loved, and how I hope she feels the freedom to go be with her Creator. I was about to leave when I felt something urging me to stay a bit longer.

As I pulled a chair over to her bed I noticed a Bible by the sink. It was the King James Version, so I changed a few pronouns and phrases, and read to her from John 1 and Revelation 21. As I read, her breathing became more calm and had more of a rhythm, so I continued reading the same Scriptures to her. I stopped after a while and sang a few hymns. (I made up some of the verses I could not remember, but I figure she was alright with that).

Her breathing pattern changed and was getting even slower. I read the same Scriptures again and, as I told her about the Light that is too bright for the darkness to overcome, her breathing slowed even more. She became more peaceful as I continued to read to her about the Light and the home God has for her with no more pain, no more suffering, no more agony, and no more cancer.

I continued to read to her and stopped when her breathing was so calm she sounded like a baby sleeping. I leaned over to her and said, “All is well, all is well, all is well,” to the tune and pattern of her breaths. Then, the Beatles’ Let It Be came to mind, so I sang, “And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be…”

As I whispered the chorus to her she took her very last earthly breath.

Those remain three of the most precious and treasured hours of my life. She died beautifully and peacefully. She is now in the land where mourning, crying, and pain are no more. Her body is restored. Her mindfulness is restored. And she is face to face with the Light that even the darkness of death cannot overcome. The same Light she reflected and radiated to all she encountered.

However the voice of the Divine is revealed to you, I urge you to pay attention and change your route as instructed. Otherwise, you just might miss the Light.

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