Papa Bill: I don't need to worry about you.
2009-12-18
We called my grandfather Papa Bill (as my mom called her grandfather Papa Bill, too.)
He'd been in bad health for years. A few years of false-alarms, but this time he had decided it was his time. He went off the life-support and medications, and asked to spend his last days at home.
My mom told me he'd been worrying about lots of loose ends: the will, the house, and all those things he always meant to say.
He knew that I was doing well: successful business, great relationship, and deeply happy. So I went to see him, as soon as I walked in the door, he said, “Oh I don't need to worry about you.”
My mom had warned me that he couldn't stay awake for more than a few minutes.
We chatted. He wanted to hear about Santa Monica and how they feed the homeless. He was telling me about how he used to go logging in Oregon and some good memories.
But the whole time, I had one big question on my mind. One that was too big and bold to ask.
But when I saw him drifting asleep, I knew it was my last chance. So I did:
“What's it like to know you're going to die soon?”
His eyes lit up! His face lit up! He said, “It's wonderful! It's the most natural thing of all. Every baby born is going to die. Everything else in my life has been great, so I'm sure this will be, too. It's exciting!”
He started drifting, this time with a smile, so I quietly got up to go.
As I got to the door, he heard me open it, and seeing me still staring at him, he said, “Don't worry about me. I'm happy.”
I said, “Oh I don't need to worry about you.”
He died the next day.
I think, often, of the Biblical comment on the patriarchs, that they died 'old, and satisfied with days'
I've never understood it.
I still don't.
;-))))
Beautiful.
AT peace, complete.
That's what we all look forward to.
Thanks again Derek!
God Bless you & the family over the Christmas Holiday!
Powerful stuff Derek.
When you live each day, each moment of your life passionately and with purpose, at the end you can face death and be excited for the new adventure.
A great reminder.
Yes, a big part of our health care problem is that obsession with keeping people's hearts beating... and not necessarily improving their health.
Who knew that fear of death could be such a profitable business?
There's a song in there, Derek.
Peace to you, Peace to Bill, and Peace on Earth.
Thanks for this. It came at a really good time.
Hello Derek.
Margaret
i know you said that there was no need to leave a comment, but that was a beautiful story and I appreciated you sharing it with us. I have a few near- the -end stories also. I believe a posted the story of my father's passing on the site we made for him: www Harrybbernsteindance.com .
I hope you are well and will talk to you soon!
Best wishtes
Stories like this make me wish I could believe in some sort of afterlife ...
Or, maybe Papa Bill didn't, and he was OK with that anyway.
I hope that's me when the time comes.
Hi Derek,
Great story! That was a bold question to ask, but I've wondered the same. By the way, I looked your post a while back about perspective. The example you gave about street names vs. block names in the U.S. and Japan is interesting.
That is a beautiful story, and it is wonderful to be able to die peacefully, yet live long enough to bring peace to those who care for you as well.
May you die old and satisfied with days as well!
I work in palliative health , and I have learned not to be afraid of death. It is going to find you eventually, no doubt about that.
The people I have helped on their way.. by keeping them comfortable, have a very common theme, non, have been worried about death itself, particularly in the last hrs. Just concerned about experiencing pain, or as you say in your story, worried about those of left behind.
The most wonderful gift, is to be able to determine when you go. I see so many people who are ready, but their families are not.. and they suffer to keep them happy, or are not able to make such decisions on their own.
We often joke with my co-workers, about putting a big "do not resuscitate, and no life support.. on our chest.. just in case.
I'm sorry for your loss..
Thank you for sharing that lovely story. You
made me smile and cry at the same time.
C'mon, Derek!! I'm at work!! I'm going to have to make up an excuse like, "It's allergies" or, "I was just cutting up onions at my desk."
That was awesome.
m
"Happy Holiday's Everybody"
I love a good ending.
(hug)
Poignant, my Dad is 97, still quite lucid, and in relatively good shape for his age. He was remarkably healthy until December last year, but it has caught up to him the past 12 months. I would not be able to ask him that question, though I am curious how he is processing all this. You are certainly fearless in your quest to learn the essence of life!
Peace and blessings to you and your family, Derek.
Thank you Derek. Papa Bill was obviously a blessing to you, and you to him. Have a wonderful holiday, and thank you for sharing your life with us.
My wife's father died last May. She asked him if he'd give her a sign that's he's still around and watching from the other side. She asked him to leave dimes, in obvious places where we would know, they were from him. He does.
Ask dying people whatever you need to know. They want to tell you.
What a great approach. Like a hitchhiker (back in the day when there were hitchhikers) walking onto the highway and stickin his thumb out.
Thanks D!
I had a similar experience with my "Daddy Bob". I asked the questions I needed to ask and he shared some things with me I would have never expected. Some things you really do only have one shot at.
If you smile through out the journey chances are the landing destination will be a good one!
Derek,
Just lost a dear friend, an 80 yr old priest of my parish yesterday. He went the same way, saying "Let God be God" completely at peace.. Thank you for this! another wonderful thought from you.
It's beautiful when you see it this way. I guess it's the only way... Except when you're too young to die.
Really beautiful, Derek. I have tears in my eyes. My own dad passed away 29 years ago today. I was too young to lose him and he was too young to go. I was visiting him the night before he died (unexpectedly, of a heart attack) and ironically his last words to me were "Life's too short." He spoke them to me as a way of telling me to calm down about the stress in my life. He couldn't know how true those words were when he spoke them to me. My condolences to you and your family. Sounds like your dad was quite a man.
Turn to the person next to you and tell them that you are happy to be in their lives. Never pass up a moment to share your love. Always be kind to the homeless.
Wonderful story Derek, thank you for sharing it with us! You are very fortunate, not just to have led a successful life so far, but to have had the chance to ask your last questions of a loved one. I didn't get that chance with my dad or his mother, they both died of Alzheimer's and it was the sudden loss of mental abilities that ended communication, not their death. I was lucky to have had a good relationship with both, so I felt there were no problems left to resolve, or much of anything else we could have done more of, together. But, a lot of people have issues and don't even get that chance. So folks, if you have lingering issues with an older family member, don't let it slide too long, because for many reasons, it may be very suddenly, too late. Show them your love, NOW.
Best regards,
Zeek Duff
Longmont, CO
God bless... that was and is the way 2 go!!! showing the way on the way out... raw courage
Thank you Derek.
Wish you "Merry Christmas"!!!
Nikos Piperis
Wow. Beautiful.
Most older people's eyes light up or they perk up when asked about death. It is a great relief to talk about the elephant in the room.
I face death quite a bit (brittle diabetic)and am not afraid to talk about it. Refreshing conversation: birth and death. We are all always on the edge of creation!
Do you ever get tired of people who respond to your posts such that it is completely obvious they totally missed your point?
(a rhetorical question, of course)
I know you've said these sorts of comments prove good reminders for streamlining and refining, but business (and life) isn't just a 'race to the bottom', right?
Best two minutes of my day. Glad I clicked. Thanks.
Beautiful story with a great ending. He must have been a wonderful person and a great role model for you.
It's exciting!
wow
I have always thought that in life you have two ways to experience it. Its much like a gig. You can go out and sing the safe notes in a safe way and know that you will do a good solid gig. Or you can go out on stage and risk taking on those high notes, those difficult notes that you know you may not make. If you get them right then the experience for you and the audience is sublime. But you also risk making a fool of yourself if you don't reach them.
And that's why you are such an inspiration to me. Another example of who you are, the guy who comes out and takes the chance on the high notes. The rewards, as this story illustrates, are sublime.
Monique
Hi Derek
Your message touched me and i would just like to say god Bless you as you pass by this difficult time. Though death brings sadness to thoses left behind It also brings people together and often heals old hurts. I have lost many who meant so much to me and if anything it made me appreciate life even more. Papa Bill didnt die he just went home bless you Rick
You were fortunate to have such a wise grandfather.
Thanks for sharing such a personal story.
AWESOME!
Derek,
Thanks for sharing this with us.
Best wishes for this Holiday Season!
E.
Bah Humbug. Death sucks, and there is no way to put a silver lining in it. People can and do die peacefully, perhaps even with a sense of humor, without fear and with few regrets. That is a result of acceptance.
Most of us, if given the chance, would happily add another 100 or 200 years on.
Way to go Papa Bill. But I'm going kicking and screaming.
-lafe
***www.cocolafe.com
You're one of a kind Derek. Thanks for sharing, and thanks for delivering a little more joy to my day.
What an inspiration... He died smiling and ready.
Osho said: "Don't wonder when you are going to die but if you will die weeping or laughing".
Have a wonderful Christmas!
Daniela (& Kenli)
Good one Derek. Beautiful message for this time of year. Blessings to you.
Indeed, it is a beautiful thing
when you see it this way - and it's
a comfort to me as well in my life
right now. Sometimes I still get
very sad and angry where it comes
to having lost George Harrison
for example and something like
this helps to diminish that pain(!)-
thanks Mr. Derek.
-JC
First time I clicked.I will do so again. M
Derek, What a wonderful and touching story. I so understand what Papa Bill said and can confirm the truth of his feeling. Thanks for sharing with us. The closer I get in my own journey,I find the excitement of this adventure exhilarating and am patiently waiting to learn what is next for my soul.
Very interesting and touching. I think the referred to mentality requires a tremendous amount of perspective and a strong ability to accept (not an easy skill). Imagine what a world we would live in if everyone was capable of accepting the finite nature of their existence.
Great story, inspirationnal as always. My condolences to you and yours, but I think he was right on a couple things.
Regards,
Thanks for sharing a very personal story Derek...Rest in Peace Papa Bill.
I think Papa Bill had it right ... None of us get out of this alive ... then it's on to the
next adventure ! ! !
Enjoy Christmas time in New York or where
ever you might be, Derek !
Larry
Beautiful, Derek...really beautiful.
"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly."
Thanks for that Derek.
Have a great Christmas and New Year.
Cheers,
Pop Bill.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this, Derek - and, as always, reminding us what really matters. It's inspiring how you keep your core values so present.
thanks for sharing that Derek ;)
Beautiful story, brought tears to my eyes...
Thank you for sharing...
Jude
Beautiful, thanks for sharing such an enlightened response.....
RIP Papa Bill
My MIL kept saying she had to go catch the bus the day she was dying.
I'm 83 and it's been a great gig and so far I have successfully avoided a day job.
The only part that turns me off is going thru the dirty diaper and learning to walk trip again. The tit sucking ain't bad.
Love, B
Beautiful!
love and peace~
Louis
This made me cry - hard.
Totally Beautiful. reminds me of my Dad passing. Thank you for sharing Derek
I hope you're doing Ok too. PEACE kris
Derek,
Wonderful story of a very wise man, and beautifully told.
I hope you don't mind if I point others to it.
it's good to grow up.
Dear Derek, you are always blessing us with such great insights and stories. Thanks for being a part of our lives and giving us a way to share our music.
I was trying to think of way to give back to you the riches you give to us and the words "Pass it on" came to mind. So, for now, Derek, that is what I will do.
God Bless PapaBill....but the sad part is your can't talk to him anymore
....:(
rada
It is great to have someone bold enough to ask the question and someone truly happy to answer it. It is a true moment!
So inspiring!
Touching story and thanks for sharing it.
That's perhaps the most beautiful and hopeful story about death I've ever heard. How bold and right of you to ask the question in the first place, Derek.
@rada neal, Sure he can, and if he listens at the right Hz, he can hear him, maybe see him as well. Your body dies. Your spirit is energy.
Derek,
Please accept my condolences for your loss.
Adam
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" Ecclesiastes 3:1
Best to you and your family in 2010.
There's a leap of faith here too, where you sensed that this was the last chance to ask such a bold question, and you took it. The gift for that was huge. That in itself I want to remember for the next time an unprecedented moment arises, inviting me to be bigger, to ask that unasked question. Thanks for sharing this story.
Dear Derek,
My father felt the same way your Grandfather did...so I know the peace you speak of...but I also know the sadness because my father passed away 6 months ago. Even though death is natural - it's still hard to say good-bye to someone we love. I'm sorry for your loss...
Sincerely,
Rebecca Hill (and my husband, Tom Caufield, who is an artist on CD Baby - I'm not blessed with being musical...but I was so touched by the story you shared that I wanted to say something to you)
Hi Derek;
I enjoyed your story today.What can be said to someone who's going through a difficult time?Words just don't seem adequate.Sending loving thoughts is really all we can do.I came to be on your email list because I have a CD for sale on CDbaby when it was yours.This album was born out of dealing with the loss of my brother Steve.I was 6 and he was 9 years old.We went out for an adventure with a couple of older boys who were friends of one of my older brothers.Steve ended up drowning and I barely survived myself.This brought me face to face with death younger than most people.Finally after about 40 years,I have come to terms with death,and my music is the vehicle for that.Looking back,I can say that music has always been my spiritual sanctuary.Thank you for sharing your personal story.Isn't it great how opening ourselves up gives others the permission to open up to us,and we become closer as people for it?
Sncerely,
Randy White
Wonderful. A story that hit home. I got to see and touch my father a day before he died. He couldn't talk because cancer had disabled most of his mental functioning, but when I touched him, he smiled. I was later told by mom who sat by his side for months that he had not smiled in 6 months. He made his peace.
It amazes me that we smart specimens called humans can invent reams of activities and create entire realities in our head about what is important. To-do lists, traffic, peer reviews, 401ks. We sometimes get totally wrapped up in things that ultimately are not a big deal and always complain that we never have time for the important stuff. Most of us are given plenty of time in this life to do something of personal importance. Yet, I feel very few us do. Luckily, we all have to answer to death.
Death is a wonderful part of life. It is the strict teacher that taps your desk with a ruler and tells you to pay attention to what really matters.
Blessings to everyone who reads this blog and a special thanks to Derek. Many of us needed this.
Thank you for sharing such a personal story...beautiful
Hey Derek, I am very sorry for your loss. I loved my grand parents so much and it deeply hurt when I lost them. But my grandmother was feeling the same way as you grandpa, before she passed away. You asked him such a bold question, god bless you! This is a wonderful story, you shared with us. Hope he rests in peace
Yea..That's when you know what is...the is-ness of being..and on to the next level.
Peace Bro.
Derek,
Thanks for sharing, you place a smile on a old mans face.
Papa Bass
Amituofo. May he rest in peace.
Sounds like your grandfather was, up to the last day of his life, still fully aware of how his own reactions to life and death may effect those that look up to him. Maybe this is where you get your wonderful sense of community and compassion?
Nice one, Derek. There's a souful quality to your posts none more so than this one.
Derek, You're too much! Your grandfather was a real inspiration and sounds like a great man! It sounds like you've gained a lot of wisdom from him. Happy Holidays!--Eric
My Mom passed 3 years ago. Much like your grandfather false-alarms, in and out of hospitals, close calls. I had a similar experience as when it was for her to finally go she said "I've had enough" and was gone few days afterward. It was the tone I'll always remember - one of being at peace with the realization. I feel fortunate that I was the one she shared that with first. it really opened my heart and mind.
Happy holidays to all of you.
Just... beautiful. Thank you for that.
That is a wonderful story. I think about that a lot, especially with kids. The thing I ask myself the most is "what will I say on my death bed, and how will my kids think of me then. Will it be positive or negative?" I strive every day to leave a positive mark. Thanks for that personal story!
hey derek sorry to hear about your papa i dont have alot of family
left so i know how it feels when some one dies.
i know your miss him but you have to go on,my dad died in 98 on Dec 14 and i still think about it around the holly days i had bought chirstmas presents for him that i
had to take back.you try to have a good christmas.
My 99-year-old master piano teacher recently passed away, and your story reminds me of her. When I started taking lessons from her (when she was still at the tender age of 92!), from the very first she said to me, “I want to teach you all I can, because I never know when I’ll be going.” She was very matter-of-fact and accepting about the fact that she was going to die, and rather than worry about it, devoted all her time to passing on the vast knowledge she had gained studying and teaching piano all her life. So many of us are afraid of death, which, as many other of these posts have pointed out, is inevitable. I think the medical community preys on that (although sometimes with the best of intentions), and we become obsessed and afraid of death. Afraid it will happen to us, and afraid to talk about it. How wonderful that you and your grandfather could have such a candid conversation. By avoiding these conversations, we also avoid some of the most meaningful moments in our lives. The lesson of your grandfather and my teacher are the same: accept what is natural, find the adventure in every experience in life, and keep paying attention to the important things until it’s over.
Peace,
Julie
Great and moving story-- thank you, Derek and Papa Bill, for an awesome question and punch line!
It is extraordinary to me that he would be prepared to cross the last dark river (as Pilgrims Progress refers to it) with such a positive attitude. Perhaps it was foreseeing the end of his suffering which served as the true foundation for those feelings... had he been healthy, active and productive maybe things would have been different. When my father died, he had been lying on his back for over a year, almost comatose, with my mom (a true saint) taking care of him. But it wasn’t until he started to show signs of the end that we gathered together beside his bed and actually gave him permission to leave… that he felt the peace to go. We said things like “Dad, it’s Ok for you to go home. You’ve suffered enough. We’ll take care of mom. It’s OK.” He died that afternoon. Death is fearful for me, I don’t mind saying it. But what gives me peace is knowing Jesus has conquered it, and that He lives within my soul. So I have nothing to fear. Blessings and Peace to you…
Pretty amazing guys... both you and Papa Bill. Thanks for the thoughts, for asking the question, and for sharing. Warm condolences to you and your family.
yo derek,,,,your curiosity was candid and must have took some guts,,,,basically,,,,we all wonder the question and answer when someone is dying,,,naturally we wonder because someday we are all in those shoes,,,,my grandfather said simply,,,,"I had enough" again,,,,everyone will have a different reply,,,,my mom,,,Marilyn Sokol died of scleraderma at age 64.Not a day goes by and I think about her,her strength,,,, and belief,,,,thanks for sharing about your "Papa Bill"
derek, very touching story, and in someway reassuring. happy holidays.
I had the same question for a friend of mine who was in hospice - final stages of cancer. I played my flute for her, as there was nothing else to do. I couldn't manage the words to ask the question. Thank you for this. I now feel like I have the answer. ~Another Derek Sivers fan, with tears.
music being derek
death is probably the most interesting part of life.
my beloved gloria died on the operating table 3 times, she said she went to a place that was beautiful and saw her mom (adoptive) who didn't speak for her last 12 years of life.
g said her mom spoke in her sweet soft voice and told her she had to go back.
she's been "back" for several years
and is a community leader and loved by so many people (who wonder why she is with me, i love her like no other man has, saved her life & give her wonderful foot massages, fuck those people).
anyway, a friend rick had a similiar experience and a blues dj in ct told me of his similiar.
death is no big deal, looking forward to the thrill of doing it.
bright musical ways
ian the being
i want to meet the spirits of fay wray & mae west and get the best of them at the same time, spirits gone wild.
Hi Derek,
It's very sad, but what is life! before my father died, the day before he said the same word to me, dont worry that's what life's all about. We have to face it some day, but I do believe there is life after death. Sorry about Papa Bill! Happy Holiday Derek, very sad story.
When my grandfather was in his last days we all travelled to see him and say good bye...with my aunts, uncles, cousins all taking a turn it was finally mine...I sat with him; "oh, Ramoney..." he said to me with a smile, as he had so many times before. "Hi Bumpa..." I said with a smile I wished didn't hurt so much...
When I got there I didn't know what on earth I could say that would be meaningful, and suddenly, I knew: When I was 10 or so I'd asked him to make me Thor's hammer, out of wood. He had tools, he was my grandpa, he could do anything!
"Let me know when it's done!" I said, all excited that he would do this for me...
A couple days went by, it was time for me to go back to the city, i said "is it done?" "Yep", he replied, and handed me the ugliest piece of log i'd ever seen! Didn't look like anything, but a log. Needless to say, I was mystified.
So, I'm 37 years old, sitting at his bedside, and I remind him of the hammer incident, "Hey, I just realized," I said "I'm supposed to make my own hammer!!" He smiled, took my hand, we shared a few more words, and I said good bye...
When I got home I started on the Hammer...it turned out beautifully...Thor would have been impressed... : ) But I just wanted to show my grandpa...
The call came, "come now" 15 hour trip started almost immediately, and he passed before I was halfway there...i had my hammer with me, so I showed it to my Dad, along with this story...he asked me to share it with my uncle...and my aunt, and my grandma...and everyone that came for my Grandpa and was touched by his life.
My Grandfathers' name is Jesse Ray Quarles, and he had bigger shoes than Thor could ever fill.
lovely..... can't say that my dad quite lit up but did live his last days at home and it was my privilage to be there at the final moment..... no fear, a final exhalation and ...whoosh ... his spirit departed...
My condolences and congratulations!
God bless you Derek,
On Thursday December 3rd,2009 the life supports was taken off of Willie,my big brother even though he had told me that he was tired and that it was time. I still couldn't envision this World without Willie in it, he's been gone a week,now, so I guess I better start back Living, life is precious, so lets try to enjoy every bit of it.
Uncle Bill is o.k. now.
awww, beautiful story.
Powerful message, I would like to use the same mindset on my deathbed as your father.
Thanks for sharing Derek
Thanks Derek. What a great story to pass along. Lost my grandpa a couple years ago, he died in his sleep peacefully. My brothers and I were closer to him then our own parents. I wrote a song called "Bauji" which is a punjabi/ slang way of saying grandpa and recorded it. The song and his picture are on my album. Some people you will never forget.
Ranj.
I'm glad for you Derek,in that you got to have a very nice farewell with your Grandfather "Papa Bill"
Reff:
http://bible.cc/psalms/116-15.htm
This is great for all to see,,,,Gives one releif ifvyou ill.thanks Derek for sharing,,S.Dee
This story touched my day and changed the rest of my life.
You are a wonderful man, Derek, and my hero. Thanks for making my day again! Let us not ever be too shy/closed/whatever to ask those bold questions. They are an integral part of this life. Thank you for sharing this part of your life with us. Hope you and your family have a beautiful and love-filled holiday.
Derek,when i first started recording my third song was my berial on my 24track tape,the second we enter into this world,life is a race to death...Ihave a music video,Live ur life as good as you can...thanks eternal...Beyond the sunset no clouds will gather,no storms will treaten,no fears annoy,o day of gladness,oday unended,beyond the sunset,eternal joy.
It puts me to think. All the things we go through in life securing our future to then know that death is just another one of those experiences, an exciting one, a certain one. So what are all those things for? jobs, companies, businesses,
are we dellusional?
Really touching story.
I lost my dad 4 years ago, it was a sudden death and I saw him at the hospital room unconcsious just having flown to his bedside.
I knew he wasn't gonna make it and I said goodbye to him to wherever he was going next...
Derek,
As always...you move me. Thank you for the gift of sharing. Merry Christmas,
devon
Yep another good one bought emotion out of me. Exceptional few words yea... Hope when we all write a song with your line you dont sue us for copyright breach. I can guess you would just be happy you knew you inspired us with your words would I be right? My mother took a turn for the worst just two days ago...I can say for sure me and my mother don't have the relationship that Derek and Papa Bill had I can tell you..
Your Papa Bill was obviously wise enough to have learned a very important lesson . . . every single part of life (including death) is a journey and a blessing. Bless you for sharing his story, Derek.
I have been at the side of a loved-one passing over. I have watched the eyes grow dim. I spoke to (her) at that time and suggested that we would all meet back at her apartment. We did. She (I believe) gave us sign that she was still 'there' and doing fine. I never forgot and I am so glad that I told her how to leave 'sign.'
We are never alone except within ourselves, as we choose.
My mother says the same thing. She is 90 yrs and is in pretty good health. Sometimes though she is a bit afraid, but she always say "I'm happy than I've ever been in my life." I try to make sure I spend a lot of time with her. I do not want to say, if she leaves before I do, I wish I had.
I am glad you and your family are close. Your Papa Bill was glad you were happy. That's all our parents and grand parents want is for us to be happy.
Paula
i sometimes wonder what things i'll regret later in life. things i can't change that are already done. I don't dwell on them because all bad and good added up to who i am today. but still it's one of the things that cross my mind. i wanna die happy.
Hey Derek...
thanks man...a sweet story.
It's important for us to write and sing about the things that REALY matter. Music begins with a story...as creatives we give that story a voice. If it ain't human it's not worth writing because it won't last long in human conciousness. I wrote a song after my mother died called "Mothers Love,"...it probably took me two years before I could sing that song in public without totally losing it. I've found over the years that "Mothers Love" touches everyone who hears it.
Thanks again for sharing this prescious and most personal story with us. It once again shows us why we all share the common ground of cdbaby in the first Place.
I remember when my aunt died, and she said "I am ready to go. Her mother too, said "when I am ready to die I will go to the hospital" I think of my dad fishing off the jetty in old Atlantic City with my Grandfather and my uncle with all the latest and greatest mac products. I also am moved to think of the book "The 5 people you meet in heaven"
Peace and happy 2010 in this world and in the next
Papa Bill sounds like a wonderful man. I never ever thought about asking someone that question. Usually most people seem terrified about death when they are faced with it. I think I am more like your Papa Bill where I am worried about loose ends and think of death as a time to be re-born.
Thanks for sharing this with us!
Solitoode
Thanks Derek. My dad is 92, with a bad heart valve and congestive heart failure. I just spent a few days with him in Florida, and we joked about his impending death. At one point, he got up from his comfortable chair, huffed over to his piano, and began playing a standard jazz tune until he came to a particular chord. Then he said, "Ahhh, that's it." And he played the phrase a few more times. I hope I'm still looking for chords when I'm as close to death's door as he is.
This experience is one of those that keeps us on the "razor's edge" of life. These heart opening experiences (however they come) are more powerful and far-reaching than anyone can possibly imagine. I just started a new blog on my website a few days ago which ties in exactly with this idea of keeping the heart open, honest, and loving. By doing so, we take risks, and ask the questions that are in our heart, and thereby enrich our lives and the lives of others tenfold. I
invite everyone on this post to click on my site and be a part of this new adventure of mine. The blogs will change month to month, and will all be somehow related to life lessons, or inspirations, or how we all strive to live our lives as creative people - living our lives as if this were the last moment. I don't think the timing of this was coincidence. I certainly didn't plan it. Derek, you have my permission to give anyone on today's post who asks, my website address.
Just told my mother that the doctor says she has probably 10 months to live. But, the most significant thing for this 87 year old, nearly blind artist is that she has to depend on her seven children and can no longer live by herself.
I hope her passing is as beautiful as Papa Bill's.
Rory
I'll bet he felt great for having seen you and spoken with you.
Beautiful
Derek, that's deep, and beautiful! In my experiences of providing therapeutic harp music for hospice patients, I've been blessed to be with a few folks as they transition to their next life. It's always been peaceful experience.
Proud of you Derek! Papa Bill was too!
Thank you for sharing with us.
Merry Christmas,
http://NeedGod.com
Re: "Papa Bill" - Very cool. In my previous career (1978 - 1999) as a Certified Respiratory Technician I had the honor of being w/an average of maybe 5 people-per-week who would pass from physicality into their next world. Multiply x 20+ years = 5,000 souls. Obviously am not alone as health care had been more often than not always a team approach. Many mentors too. And that frog at the top of the telephone pole, well he didn't get there by himself! (Thanks, DJ Poetic) Studied, practiced applied metaphysics, dug music the entire time. Even wrote some songs, assembled & rehearsed a band that would lead to my now 15 year life partner, Linda. Ran some & worked for music mags & newspapers, booked some shows, story boarded a rock video, presented at New Music Seminar & Philly Music Confereence, dj'd weddings & clubs, music & program director of community radio - met a lot of great folks along the way. Had been in the room or in the house or hospital setting when my maternal grandparents & mom also passed-on. Not to mention all the sweet & at-times gregarious pets that have brightened more than just my days. And yours of 'Papa Bill' is no less a moving story; well told Derek. Kudos. Q. Where can we hear your music? Also, any musicians' want ads - help wanted sites that you're liking these days? Happy holidays, now & always. TTFN - PM
-- Derek
Thanks! sivers.org/music + craigslist.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and personal story. Praying for you and your family.
Circle of life - well told. It's good you cut to the quick and got to hear what he said - the way he brightened, it sounds as if he was almost waiting for someone (you) to ask. What a relief for him. How precious that you heard it. And that you chose to share it with us~
That was nice man. Thanks for that.
Beautiful evocation, Derek, beautifully related.
I had a not-dissimilar 'departure meeting' with my own Dad. Thanks for sharing yours, and thanks for the soulful reminder.
Thanks Derek,
And Happy Solstice. Wishing you a light heart as the days brighten.
Rae
hmmmmmmm yes... beautiful indeed... Joseph Campbell, wonderful writer and thinker on mythology, philosophy and life influenced me deeply with the idea that life is about getting to the point where you can die happily! Every day taking steps to ensure that a little more resolve is achieved... a little more at one with the reality that in the Moment ....life and death, beginning and end, you and me, this and that are ALL woven with the same fabric : )
Thanks for the article.
Audio-Rarities
I like to just die in my sleep!
go to bed and wake up with the lord.
I had old lady from my church that was in pain year after year; die with the biggest smile on here face
she was happy and content!
Oh my, I'm sorry to hear about the lost of your love one. There are some scriptures in God's word the bible. Scriptures to help bring us comfort. Jesus speaks of a resurrection in John 3: 16 and John 5:28. These are words of comfort and hope for all who have lost their loved one's to death.
Thank you for talking about the subject we're so afraid to talk about. You are an inspiration. I've been reading your posts as long as you've been writing them and this is the first time I've been moved to comment. Blessings and appreciation to you, Derek.
Derek,
Thank you for this enlightening story. Having been on my deathbed twice in my life, I can agree with your grandfather.
Even though I had not lived as full a life as your grandfather, I can testify that when one's time comes there is no sadness, but rather a certain readiness.
Apparently I wasn't ready to leave, as I am still here and adding to the karma bank that needs filling.
Thanks again,
Ernest
Thanks for sharing this with us, Derek. Merry Christmas!
Focus on the positive and embrace the present moment -
Hey Derek--
Thanks you so much for having the guts to ask that question and for posting this deeply moving post. I am sitting here choking back tears! We should all be so lucky as your Papa Bill. Bless you and your family! Thank you!
Very beautiful story! His attitude is so inspiring
A brave question and a brave answer. Lots of people are in denial. (Lifes Reversal)
I don't need to worry about you
Merry Christmas Derek!
Rachel
Derek,
My wife is a CNA at our local hospital and your story speaks quite well to a phenomena that she has encountered with the dying. It normally isn't until their loved ones actually verbalize this message to them, that it's "okay" to die, that they let go of the struggle to fight off death and embrace the peace that it brings instead.
Perhaps he knew he didn't have to worry about you, but what he couldn't have known until your visit was that you wouldn't worry about him. Love and miss, of course, but that worry brings the dying a strange kind of guilt.
This was a really great post as usual, Derek! I never regret subscribing to this blog (and there have been plenty blogs in the past that I did regret subscribing to)!
That was beautiful!
Thank you
Powerfull topic Derek. Our Western Society tend to avoid speaking about death. Look everywhere around us. Advertising,
Tv, Internet ... it's like we're in an endless present.
But all our life is about preparing ourself to die. In the meantime spread love and try to find the true meaning of life.
I am among the few that feel honored to have read this.
I know that when my time comes I can be sure of one thing. Derek Sivers has been a good friend. The simplest most underrated gift another human being can give is their sincere and selfless pledge to help others.
I believe we will fail at many things in the end but most of what we will be remembered for will be what we did for each other. When one branch stretches out to reach the light the others must follow. Some don't reach the top and some fall back to the roots but every single branch is important. Just like every voice in this forum.
Sleep well Papa Bill!
Tosin
Derek,
You touched my heart with this story of Papa Bill.I wasn't there when my dad died on main street with a massive heart attack many years ago.I still talk to him at his grave telling him everything that's happening.
I wish you all here a very "Merry Christmas"and a "HAPPY NEW YEAR"
...my father said the same words to me before he passed 1 1/2 years ago. We had a similar conversation, then shook hands and said goodbye like men. I never saw him again. I don't believe in a god, but "God Bless You" anyway Derek.
Thanks for sharing this private moment in the blog!
None of us knows when we're going to die, most of us assume it is not going to be soon, but maybe life would be better spent if we assumed the opposite.
Inspiring example of the power of faith, hope and love-the everlasting treasures
i think death is part of life and if you can face it like your grandad it's not so fearfull
My Grandpa, who was the best man I ever knew, had wild squirrels and bunnies eating out of his hand, and he could make any baby laugh anywhere. If the family was having a heated discussion, he knew just what to say to break the ice and make everyone laugh. I only saw him get angry 3 or 4 times, and it was always over something really really important, and he was amazingly powerful and intimidating, but righteously so. After 67 years of marriage to my Grandma, she passed rather suddenly. We all knew he ws terribly sad and lonely without her, you could see it in his eyes. But still he was joyful and talked about what a wonderful wife she was. 7 months later he was in the hospital and I went to see him. He was falling asleep every minute or so. Then he'd wake up and say hello, chuckling."Oh, Laurie! So good to see you!" At one point he said, "I just saw your Grandma walk by!" Then he'd fall back to sleep. I went and told a nurse that they were giving him too much sedation medication. She said, "We're not giving him any medication; he's dying." He died later that day.
Youth is full of pleasure it has no time to think of death,
Good men see death as a journey,
looking through time every deed profess.
that is very profound thank you so much for sharing it with us.
May we all be so lucky, so honest and real, and so blessed (at the beginning, middle AND end)! Thank you!
This message has bridged the gap for me between that "gray" area of life and death! I'm not so apprehensive as I was before reading this great message!
Thanks-so-much for these words of wisdom!
Awww. Brought a tear to my eye.
But a darn sight more profound and heart-warming.
Almost sounds like something from a chick flick.
Derek, All the religious dogma aside, from the above comments, death is inevitable. You can either fight it or accept it but it really doesn't matter because it is the end regardless. For those who believe in an after life then perhaps it is not, but since no one really knows, that is a faith issue and a gamble. The great thing about this story is the attitude about death. Think about it, if you life your life well, love other people and try to help out others when you can, why should death frighten you? It is the final chapter, the end of the story of your life. Unlike the comment above about extending life, one should make the most of what they have. Of course no one wants to die at an early age, such potential erased. But again, if you are living a good life, why should you fear a good death?
I've been dying to ask that same question.
Sembra una storia triste ma non lo è,la storia di un padre che si avvicina alla morte sereno e felice di ritornare da dove era,preoccupandosi solo di rasserenare i suoi affetti più importanti è semplicemente meraviglioso.Muore sereno il giorno dopo aver visto anche il figlio che aspettava,per vederlo l'ultima volta dopodichè il giorno dopo la sua visita....soltanto il giorno dopo averlo salutato per sempre,decide di volare sereno ...
in cielo.Tutto questo è bellissimo.
Derek colgo l'occasione per augurarti un felice Natale ed un meraviglioso anno nuovo.
Big hugs and kisses by
Buon..........Pensiero
Derek,
I'm grateful for your willingness to reflect upon and share your experiences, but even more so for how they inspire others to share theirs!
(Very moved by Thor's Hammer, Ray Quarles!)
Steve
The Winds of Time
I have to admit that the force that drove my green youth and filled my sails have all but changed its form. Now, the body and mind changed by a lust for living, racing to finish lines, scaling the tallest insurmountable odds, and dinning with love-only feels the presence of its immortality.
I didn’t know then that life was but a journey, a journey of steps; that once taken the horizon broadens. One shouldn’t tarry too long because the wheel constantly moves onward, and once moved we miss the flavor of the moment. Youth was but a fleeting moment in time, although we felt like we could live forever, she took us places like a zephyr blowing pasts monuments of reason, and experience. The experience taught us sometimes painfully and often for our own good the things we needed to learn. But, nevertheless we learned and grew grateful that we could live on. The two components of time, that of reason and experience made us stand in awe at the prospects of what we could achieve. Did we? Most of us did.
Then came the knowing that we are expendable and life becomes more precious. We slowed to drink from the fountain of procreation. We saw our seeds blossom into what we once were. We began to see the good in the things we created and learned to appreciate the moment and the flavor of each day. And although the mind quietly admits to the body sometimes when the heart stirs and pounds out a distant memory of the past-some past deed or whim, they now question the heart, for the body and mind has been in reserve for quite some time. Together, they do not tread on fields that are not fertile and unseasoned by time, and we learn that the call to rally once again for a cause echoes still in the quiet hallways of our mind and heart-but as an old friend.
In the twilight of life, we shine in the eyes of the young like some distant faraway star. Curious they are as to the life lived and of the storage of memories. We secretly envy the journey they are about to undertake, but grateful for the wisdom life gave us.
But alas thine eyes have seen many a road and touched many a thing, and the scale of the journeys is fond memories. As I turn the pages of my life, I see yet another journey. It lies ahead. I will embrace it as before as just another journey.
My kids call me "Pappa Bill".
This is a very refreshing short tale about one man's journey into the unknown venture that is death. I think those with a quite natural fear of death is like any fear we face in life, just be confident everyday and anything deemed negative by society can be turned into something far more positive. Thank you Derek, for sharing such a touching and enlightening story!
Beautiful
Beautiful - thank you for asking the question - I'd like to think that it was like that for my mother and father -
Tears and Thanks.
Xo, Lori
Wild Dreaming Music
Lake Union Recording
This is the first I have read your writings. "Papa Bill" is a sweet story. Some people leave us so suddenly we don't get the chance to have a last chat like you had with Papa Bill. You are a very lucky man.
May the blessings always be with you and your family Derek, I completely respect your last question you asked too "Papa Bill"
as always with you Derek my experience has been one of enjoying your integrity & basically telling it like it is, I also believe Papa Bill is now in a better place, resting peacefully and smiling down upon a family member he had the utmost respect for, "YOU" I also wouldn't be me if I did not send my sincere condolences from my family to yours
Everything has a time and when the time come
no one can stop it. Still if Doctors can predict a day a woman is give birth to a child why not the same way to passaway regardless of Sickness.....
Not all death has fullfiled time, in memories of my late step Son Nigel.
My Condelance to family and friends & May his Soul Rest In Peace.
we are Sat Chid Ananda: eternal, full of knowledge and bliss...
Nice answer. I've always thought that, in the last moments of anyone, the fear of death would be the inevitable crossing through.
Happy Christmas Derek
Andy
xx
hey man...
thanks for sharin' this....i too had a similar conversation with Grandma before she passed away...she was an Angel indeed...in fact, inspired me to write the book she never wrote but always wanted too...that was her biggest regret...so I'm just now in the process of starting it....and gathering "antique angels" to interview. The site is www.Godsantiqueangels.com and as I sit here today wonderin' how it'll all come together yer Grandaddy's words resonate..."I don't have to worry bout it" ;-)
Great to hear ya been well....
Be blessed in all you do..
be love and love will surround you..
Inspire...
ryan "ryno' nicholson
I have been there. My grandfather was bedridden for months. Two days before he died, I went in to see him. For the first time in months he sat up. He said "Robert". The part that got me was what his eyes said. I am still trying to figure it out. It didn't feel weird, it felt natural, expected, and glorious, but what do I know??
Derek,
thanks for this.
"Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks a lot about death,while a fool thinks only about having a good time." (NLT) - Ecclesiastes 7:3-4
Thank you, Derek, for sharing something with us all that is so close to you, an extreme moment of enlightenment; Peace to All.
Sincerely,
David A. Boyington
My Father is in his declining years. It's hard to say how long he has to go. This is the first time that I have had to deal with an impending death in a big way. I came to the conclusion (before reading this) that this is natural, that this is what we are supposed to do. Thanks for your post. Your grandfathers words have confirmed this.
Derek,
What a great attitude your grandfather had and great that you asked the question. Thanks indeed for sharing and continuing to inspire and inquire.
the JUST are never afraid to die.
all i can say is i understand
this brought back memories for me .
death is the next step in our adventure called life.
Another great story from the former "Professional Pest."
Very powerful stuff, Derek...of all the creative and thought provoking things you've written this may be your best piece yet.
God bless you and you family Derek.
Lachlan
What a brave guy that Bill was. You're quite the lucky grandson D!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful, blessed memory. I will carry it in my heart -
love,
georgy
i've found that most dying people want to talk about it, but they want permission first because it's a rather taboo subject for the most part. that was a great gift you received from your granddaddy, and just as great a gift that you gave him.
T_T...that's so sweet >
Absolutely poetic! I just arrived in NYC and will be here for a few days. It b great to write a new tune with u. Call me if you hAve time 910-279-2398.
I think the world is waiting to hear some new music from you. It is time.
All the best and blessings to you and your family.
What a beautiful story Derek. I was a nurse for a long time and I can tell you many pick the time they go.... I wonder if he was waiting to see you before he left?
my father died this past summer - I had only met the man a few times in my life, but I flew up to Rhode Island and met my brother on the day he died and got to spend the last few hours with him. He told me many things that I wanted to hear about regret and love, and I told him "I was never mad at you pop". He looked at me and squeezed my hand and then said he was ready to go, and he did. Powerful stuff.
Great!! I dont need to worry about you
Your story reminded me of President Obama's mother, who died without seeing her son attain his current status. I heard an interview with Obama's sister on the radio. She said that even though his mother did not live to witness that achievement, she knew that he was going to be OK, and she knew what his ambitions were and the kind of impact he wanted to have on the world.
As a parent I hope that when my time comes I will know that I "don't have to worry" about my kids or grandkids because I did right by them. Many an opera or novel has been written about the opposite scenario.
Thanks!
Well there are a couple things interesting, he knew he was going to die and so did his family.
Sometimes it is one or the other and not both.
In my dad's case, although he was no doctor warned it could happen. Yet he gave his blessings (good wishes and gifts) sort of like Papa Bill as he made his final preparations. None of us really understood until we discovered he had gone in his sleep one morning...in his own terms.
After the initial shock and surprise, however, we realized it the soul that decided to leave --- his work was done. The body (like a old robe) had to be discarded to prepare for a new one...
Curious, I checked my dad's computer, I realized he had actually woken up around 5:30 a.m. check his CDs on CDbaby.com before going back to bed for the last time...
This speaks to the profound impact cdbaby has to the musician, who realizes he is not eternal, but hopes his music will outlive him for years to come.
Om...
Your story reminds me of two people dear to me; As a teenager growing up in St Louis, Mo my friend Ron Townson(late of the 5th Dimension)and I were dating two sisters. The younger, my friend was losing her battle with leukemia. I had not visited her in the hospital for a couple of weeks so I went to the hospital on a Thursday night near the end of visiting hours. As I walked in she said, "Where you been?" She passed one day later.
Several years later a good friend in the Baltimore area was losing her battle to cancer and I had not visited her at her home in about a couple of weeks. As I walked into her room she said "Where you been?"
Twenty four hours later her husband called to tell me she had passed.
I am blessed to have had the presence of mind to take the time to visit them.
Thank you for sharing this story-gift. My heart is smiling as I'm sure yours does when you think of wise old Papa Bill! Happy Holidays to you and all...
- Zola
Hello
It is the only thing that every human should try for.
Hey happy Christmas
Enjoy the vacation
--Vivek
That's beautiful.
SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS DEREK AND ALL WHO KNEW AND LOVED HIM!
My Mom was in a coma before she died almost 3 yrs ago. I don't think I would have had the guts to ask that, but while she was laying there, I asked her to say hello to everyone and that I loved her. I truly believe that you can hear while in a coma. She must have been relieved because she died the next morning.
i cried when i read this! it's sad to let go of someone you love.
Some folks don't get a chance to say goodbye and get taken away too early. For instance, my dad died when I was four and was killed in a crash by a drunk driver. I am not bitter b/c life does go on but it is sweet and simple when life and death go so naturally. I am happy for those like your Papa who made death seem a blessing. We all should live life like its our last so that will be exactly how we will feel when our time comes. Death is natural and I am glad you spoke of it. Thanks Derek!
I know you are not looking for condolences, but I certainly send you mine. It sounds as though your grandfather is a perfect fit for heaven, and I do hope that you and your family are coping well.
All the best, Derek.
Mike
Wow. So touching, so honest, so real. Thank you for sharing that moment with us all.
That's the way to go.
Good rest Papa Bill.
Your boy Derek continues to be a positive influence.
RIP
Mataya
He'll be back again, as we all will. It won't be in this life, but we all return at some point. It's called de'ja'vou, at some point we all remember "we've done that before", but I'm sure you already know that.
Silvia Silk/Jasminetexts.com
Great story, always sorry to hear about loved ones dying, but have recently had some friends pass and that was a good perspective to keep in mind! Have a great Holiday Derek and all!
Thanks for the post, Derek! Honestly, I've always found death quite unnatural, and I still do. I hope to grasp the whole wisdom of it when the time comes.
Thanks for sharing, I have been there, and am now prepared for my time when it comes.
Nicely worded, powerful stuff, my best to you & your family....
I am a bit like Lafe... "If I hear I'd might be a leavin'..... Then I'ma goin', but it's kickin' & screamin' "....
Derek, another wonderful gift. When my Dad was dying of cancer, he was not at peace. He felt robbed of all life had to offer. He was 64 when he got the diagnosis of stomach cancer, and was 69 when he died.
I hope that I get to go out more like Papa Bill.
That's a beautiful story, thanks for sharing that.
Death and old age remain taboo topics in a society in which consumerism is a key priority.
The Big Media Brainwash Machine, operating under the guidance of the corporatocracy, teaches us from an early age that it is impolite to discuss death and inappropriate to grow old.
However,anybody who ponders Death likely will realize that private ownership is a scam: in reality, we own nothing, we are effectively renters of all things, until Death passes our possessions to those left behind. That kind of epiphany, one that generally comes late in life, tends to dampen the consumerist urge.
Nor does the Big Media Brainwash Machine wish to place a spotlight on the elderly aka "the dying" since most people who have been kicking around a while usually awaken to the fact that, in terms of achieving happiness, the pursuit of toys, hair transplants, eye-lifts, etc., pales in comparison to sowing the seeds of love.
The net result: we are bombarded by frivolous lightweight matters, the kinds of airhead priorities that inspire us to BUY BUY BUY as though the things we own will remain ours forever.
Death and dying should be a wonderful thing, an integral part of life. Yes, there can be physical pain, but there is pain in being young, for example, falling off a bike on your first ride, or initially discovering the sting of fire.
Until the Big Media Brainwash Machine highlights the positive aspects of aging and dying, then we will continue to live in a society in which a large portion of the population is treated as "undesirables." We will continue to suffer from the notion that experience matters not, and will continue to make heroes of vacuous "pretty" youth who, although very capable of original thought, often lack knowledge and respect for years gone by, thus failing to grasp how historical determinism repeats behavioral patterns that no single generation can overcome.
My first CD, "How I Want to Die: the Catman Chronicles 1," often received tremendous criticism for its exploration of death and decay. But such an examination, if done circumspectly rather than for mere shock value, is a truly rebellious act within a corporate music landscape that typically pays mere lip service to anything that is genuinely radical.
That was the most beautiful thing I have read in so long that was so true in life itself. I can tell you had and still have an awesome papa Bill...WOW what actions don't show sometimes words is all it takes to show the truth of Life's Beauty. You yourself are awesome, he is in your genes forever along with your heart and thoughts and memories..xoxooxo
Wow! What a wonderful question you asked him. After my grand-parents left this world, I've had so many beautiful dreams
with them, where i've visited them in the same cottage on a mountain, they looked so young, full of light and love and with so much happiness.
You've got a great way of telling a story. Sorry for your loss, but I have to say that I admire your grandfather's outlook on life.
You can tell by your words that he's really lived in the truest sense.
I think that's something everyone would like to be able to say when it's their time.
Merry Christmas, thanks for your blog posts, each of them are meaningful and thought provoking and I'm always looking forward to the next one.
Chad
Great stuff! Like the guy said,"Theres a song in there!" I was born in Santa Monica raised in Venice. Come eat at Back On The Beach, I work there. Love to meet you. Our Gramp's memories are still alive and well! Best regards, Al.
Thank you, Derek. I lost my mom the day after Thanksgiving. She was 77. I knew this was the best thing for her and I trust that she is much happier where she is now. But the holidays brought out some sadness in me. This cheered me up. It's a lovely story. Thank you so much for sharing it. Your Papa Bill sounds like a wonderful man.
Janet
WOW Derek. That is beautiful. It is unfathomable but as for me I also can see that life after death is very wonderful. I believe in Heaven where God will embrace us and we will constantly be fulfilled, no more tears or pain...
My heart is with you... thank you just for being YOU! You, your words and heart and business have made my world a better place.
michelle
I hope I can develop a similar stance as Papa Bill with everything I do in my life, but especially in my musical career.
It is letting go of the need to achieve. It is realizing that I want to be an artist because I already am. I don't need to achieve (prove) it through commercial success, just like Papa Bill didn't need the life support anymore. He was happy to let go.
And I am sure his outlook on the things we crave for (success, sales etc.) was quite different. He didn't need to worry about you, Derek, not because you were successful, but because you were happy, I'm sure.
True Reality. Death is as natural and birth. Heaven and hell is also a reality. My Dad passed away this year, but he smiled more the last few months before dying than I had ever seen him do before. I believe he knew he was prepared for the next life.
This reminds me a whole, whole lot of "Tuesdays with Morrie". My condolences on his passing, but I have a feeling that you don't need them.
Beauytiful, A great reminder. RIP
Well told, Derek. I'd only add a note to the person who said, "Too bad we can't talk to them after they're gone." Why not try? Just ask, then be still.
Love,
Mom
I think people who die "old and satisfied with their days" are those who are happy with their family relationships and their choices. Then they are at peace to move into the next realm, watching and inspiring. God bless you, Derek.
Thanks for sharing such a personal moment.
Eddie
Derek,
Intersting,
I wrote a Song on My last
CD-Free To Fly
In which I have a song 'n' Video:
Called Free to Fly.
It's inspired out of My Mom's death and Battle with Cancer.
The Song is the Last on the CD and came out very spontaneously.
You're awesome!! See you soon!
Great story. Thanks for sharing!
Derek, such a gift for the New Year. Death should become us all this well. All the best to you, and keep the thoughts coming.
very powerful...makes me miss my grandpa
...wow!
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Don't we all just want to know the people we love are going to be all
right, and to know we will be too?
The best way I know to keep faith with this life is to concentrate on making today the best day so far.
Onward with the adventure!
You are lucky to have had a chance to see him again and to have such a stupendous heritage, lineage.
You are so open and brave to write about such a tender and touching moment. Thank you for sharing it with us.
He must have done something so right to be able to end his life with such peace and contentment. I have a new long-term goal. Now I have about 40 years still left to accomplish it!