At many times I have seen movies explain the supernatural of a human's passing unto another world . At many times I have also heard stories about the experiences these people had while leaving this world and coming back to life.

But what about those who have seen their loved ones go, and experienced their last breath Unto eternal Life. Never really thought about that at all, until it happened to me. Not only did I witness this, but also with the person I loved the most, and that was my Father.

When I think about this, I ask my self, " What effect did this have on me ? Was this a blessing or a curse?"

Well it can be both. I really do think it depends on where I am at spiritually. The more I am closer with Christ, the more I know it was something beautiful and a gift that will continue to bless me for the rest of my life. Its really up to me. The more that I distance my self from God, the more lost and confused I am as to even ask myself, " Why did this have to happen to me? "

Well I get no where asking myself something I know I will eventually never know the answer to. I have decided to stick with reason, and continue to seek God. I have decided to live without confusion, and that is to keep following him. God makes all things clear and gives understanding to those that put their faithand trust in him.

I have made this blog to share my experience and encourage your faith with Christ deeper. There is no way that God doesn't exist. I know this first hand and seen it with my own eyes.

MY FATHER WITNESSED MY BIRTH UNTO THIS WORLD , AND I WITNESSED HIS BIRTH UNTO ETERNAL LIFE.

My mother, sister and I were inside a room awaiting for what the hospice nurse had been telling us was going to conclude my fathers life, it had been days, the nurse even said she was surprised he had made it this long . We had been praying tremendously those past days and we were ready for his sufferings to come to an end. I remember being on the phone with my husband, and telling him how we felt that maybe that night was going to be it.

I remember I heard my dad make a sound and I yelled to my husband,

" This is it, my father is about to leave us!"

I hung up the phone, bounced of the bed and grabbed my fathers fragile legs and started praying, I could see my mother and sister praying over his body as my father was grasping for air. His breathing was much more rapid and it was increasing.

I couldn't believe this was happening, I mean you pray so much for his sufferings to stop but when your actually going through this, its so surreal. You really don't know what to expect.

(Due to his organs and how all his muscle movements had been shut down he had his eyes shut. He had no strength to blink his eyes at all. For him to even breath was a lot for his body to handle.)

I turned to see his face and all of a sudden I see him grasp his last breath, his eyes wide open, I could see his pupils followed something as if he was seeing something, I turned my face over to see what he had been looking at. I did not see a thing,

I heard his long, echoing breath turn to silence

And he was GONE!

I remember looking at his face and I saw no color, it had left him just like his spirit. His countenance was no more.

I got an understanding of how his body was just a piece of flesh, that died, but his spirit arose with Christ and lives on forever.

I yelled out loud and saw my mother and sister weeping over him.

The image that came to mind was when Mary and Martha cried over Lazarus body. I know God must have wept, cause he empathized how we were feeling. Yet at the same time comforting us and telling us everything is going to be okay and that he is in a much better place..

I remember crying and yelling out to God to receive his spirit.

After that the room was silent.

I cant fathom, but I had tremendous peace in my heart. The Lord in his word tells us that he has a special place for us. He has prepared a place for us, and all we have to do, is to believe in him.

That day I felt different, I felt privileged i felt amazed at what had just happened to me, I felt highly favored, yes that's the word I know Jesus doesn't have favorites but that's exactly how I felt.

I knew because I had gone through this the enemy was going to be mad and some way try to target me, and try to make me resent God, but he has no idea how this just made me understand how there is life after death.

DEATH HAS LOST ITS STING!!

I completely Understand when Paul says "To Live Is Christ, To Die Is Gain"

We lost my Father to cancer, but we found our hope relies in Jesus! I truly believe His word and all his promises.

I used to fear death so much. I felt so tortured about how I am going to feel when I am at my deathbed. How my kids are going to react to this.But I have been taught thru this that we must focus in Christ and leave all that to him.

My father loved me so much, I was daddy's little girl. My mom always reminds me how he asked her so much for me and when I was born and given life he was super joyous.

Well know I have been given a gift NO ONE can take and I'm blessed to say that

I AM SUPER JOYOUS FOR HIS ETERNAL LIFE AS WELL!

IN LOVING MEMORY

MANUEL RANGEL SR.

Death of a Parent