In 1989 I 'died' on the operating table, and went to a place of such unspeakable beauty and love, that people would never fear death if they knew what awaits. There was such a sense of homecoming and rejoicing, and it was a great relief to leave behind the material world. I communed there briefly with my father, my grandmother, and my 'guardian angel' (for lack of a better term.) My grandmother told me, "You must go back, your work on earth is not done, there are many people that you will help." I did not want to return but saw that it was not my time and there was no choice offered. I received assurance that when I did finally return to them, they would be waiting to welcome me home at last.

I tell you this not to draw attention to my own story but so that you may be comforted about the unknown aspect of what we call 'death'. During this difficult time of transition, please remember that love is the greatest reality.