Mom's Death

Passing more accurately.

Back in July 27, 1998

My Dad died.

I sat at the funeral, in a small chapel, with Mom and
other relatives....  I remember as the preacher preached a short message
which I do not recall at all.... That as he spoke, I had a vision of a translucent Cross which
stood between me and the preacher, actually larger than
life... and as I sat there I heard the following words:

Welcome home Bobbie, Welcome home Robert audibly, resonating
on the inside of me, *louder* than the drone of the sermon...
And I knew then, the L-rd was saying, I knew you as a child, and I
knew you as a Man.  Welcome home to my Dad.
                                                
It was about 10 years later, that I sat with Mom in a hospital room,
for about two hours, before finally reading to her out of her
grand daughter’s bible, which my daughter had left behind at home
when going off to find herself in the world. :) Kids, they do that.

After about two hours of sitting quietly and reminiscing some, this was
on a Tuesday, Mom would pass on Thursday... I went to Isaiah 43
 and read to HER, and prayed out of the following words....

But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, and he that formed
thee, Fear Not: for I have redeemed thee,
I have Called thee by Thy
name; thou Art mine.


When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and
through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest
through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame
kindle upon thee.


For I am the Lord THY God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Savior:

Since thou wast PRECIOUS in my sight, thou hast been honorable, and
I HAVE LOVED THEE...

I skipped some words when reading to Mom, if you read Isaiah 43:1-4
for yourself.  I was reading to Mom that night, not studying – reading to Mom.
She was on her death bed, ready to go home...

I reflected on the words, being led to THIS passage at THIS Time... and I started to
understand some... My grandmother, when I talked to her about my Dad,

who was Robert, Bob, or Dad   to me, mostly Dad

---- she seemed to ALWAYS refer to him as Bobbie... in that
voice of hers....  She remembered the CHILD...

At my Dad’s funeral, the Audible voice speaking to ME while I saw this
translucent Cross [ see through ] in front of me.... Welcome Home Bobbie....

the portion of Isaiah where I read, “I have Called Thee by THY Name

I knew you as a child, Psalm 139

I knew you in your Mother’s womb, how precious
are thy thoughts unto me O L-rd...   Welcome Home Robert — I knew you
per Psalm 139, your highs and lows, I knew the man...

I tried sharing the above at Mom’s memorial service.  I got through verse 1, and
the memory in the same chapel, and what transpired with me... too many tears to
say it all... 

Last thing I told Mom I would do, after our short prayer time, was that I would
give her granddaughter back her bible.  I read from it at the front of the
service when those who wanted said a few words about the deceased...  And
handed it to her as I sat down beside her.

 I will end with gleanings from a Jewish website, where I asked for
any insight on Isaiah 43:1-4.  I have joined the responses I received as one.

Indeed, the incredible level of passion YHVH expresses here toward His loved
ones is awe inspiring... and humbling, especially when I reflect on what too
often lingers in my inner self...

Called by name... to be called at all is an incalculable gift, but to be
called by name...
out of the billions who have lived and breathed, for the
G-d of all creation to call my name... priceless!

I also note how YHVH promises to be with WHEN (not IF) we are in the very
midst of dire straits - floods, fires... and how He saves us with the
declaration that He is OUR G-D...
                                                              
 For me, during theses times, HaShem made his Presence known in a special
way. It is amazing that He loves us that much...that the same G-D who
created the heavens and the earth and knows the number of the stars also
knows us by name and calls us into His Presence! 

Called INTO His Presence

I remember one of my brothers, looking my wife and I, in the eye, after a small ceremony, in the chapel, and saying, Now, our Mother is young, and strong, and beautiful and with those she loves.

But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. I Cor: 2:8

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