I don't want to go on and on about my brother Don's death, but at the same time it feels weird to mention it once to you, then move on to more mundane topics. And I really want to tell you a bit about what a gift it was to be by his side when he passed. 

Different people have very different reactions to sickness and death. Even Christians, who know in their heads and hearts that their loved ones are going to a place of love and joy, often have trouble knowing how to react when someone is dying. I admit I have a tendency to think the death of my loved ones won't come soon - even if I've been told otherwise. I think it's human nature to cling to what we know and to those we love. And even though I was really worried about leaving my children behind, and though my 2 year old (who'd never been separated from me for any length of time) is now clingy and sensitive, I am so glad I dropped everything to be with my brother. Those who were beside him when he passed all agree: It was a gift. A gift from Don, and a gift from God. 

Don woke up suddenly, after many hours of being unconscious. He thrust his arms to either side of him. My sister grabbed one of his hands and I grabbed the other. First my sister said she loved him and he said as much with his eyes. Then it was my turn. Finally, he looked to my niece, who was reading Scriptures to him. We knew he was saying "I love you" and "goodbye until we see each other again" even though he didn't speak a word. 

Then Don rolled over onto one side and we watched as he left his body. We got down on our knees and prayed for his welcome in Heaven. 

 It wasn't always easy to see him passing, but it gave us an intimacy with him unlike any other. It's also brought those of us who shared those moments an intimacy with each other that's brought us closer together - and, I think, to God. If you have the opportunity to stay with someone you love while they pass, I encourage you to do so. It can be such a beautiful thing.