A beautiful story regarding Life Afer Death. My wish in writing Awakened was to give audiences everywhere HOPE. I enjoyed reading the following: When my beautiful son, Spencer, was called home at the tender age of eight, in 1997, due to complications of Cystic Fibrosis, he gave us all the most wonderful gift. We had been in Saint Christophers Hospital, Philadelphia for 2 weeks where Spencer was undergoing treatment for an unstoppable bacteria that would eventually take his young life. The night before he passed, he became very strong and told me that he wanted to go home. His room was filled with his two sisters, doctors, nurses, grandparents, clergy and my husband and myself. (Important to this story is the fact that I had lost my 13 year old brother, Robin, thirty years before and Spencer of course had never met him.) Spencer became excited and said-Mom...the dead boys not dead....hes alive! Everyone is alive! No one is dead........They are telling me about my room. My mother asked him if it was his room at home and he said, No.......I dont know where it is, but its my beautiful room and its just for me and I have to go there! In my heart, I knew what this meant but I begged him to stay with me and not to go. He looked at me and said, Im trying to stay Mom......but I cant....I have to go. As Spencer said this, I looked at my oldest brother, Ronnie, who was sitting at the bottom of Spencers hospital bed, And as I looked at him, his hair became dark and wavy and his face changed to someone familiar but yet I couldnt comprehend who I was seeing. I had been in the hospital with Spencer for two weeks without much sleep and I thought I was hallucinating until Spencer then said, I told Robin not yet. I asked him if he was talking about his cousin Robin (Named after my brother) and he said, No. I then asked if it was Uncle Robin and Spencer replied, Yes...I told him not to go yet. I then knew that the familiar face I was seeing was indeed my younger brother Robin who had passed 30 years before, he was there for Spencer...to guide him home. Spencer then hugged us all goodbye and began speaking to someone about his two sisters. When I asked him who he was speaking to he politely told me that I was no longer allowed to talk. Apparently he was busy learning about the next part of his journey. Spencer left us the next day. He was eight years old.....and he was ok with that......he only needed eight years. In what was a tragedy and great loss for us....in reality was an amazing gift from God, as was Spencer. He allowed us to see, through Spencer, where we are going, that life does continue from here-our journey goes on. This is a temporary stop along the way, a school perhaps, to learn what we can to strengthen and enrich our souls. Everyone that was in Spencers room that night, walked away with the greatest gift.....the promise of a better place, a beautiful room, a continuing journey. I miss him with all my heart, but I know where he is and that I will be with him again someday. I hope Spencers gift will help you Marty and all those that need a little hope. God Bless! Spencers Mom
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 23:39:54 +0000
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