Death Is But A Dream
This is the book that brought the hospice work of Christopher Kerr to the public awareness. I haven’t read it, yet, but I will. Instead I watched the PBS documentary last night, with the same name.
Do you ever wonder why someone would choose this life path? Dr. Kerr’s journey started when he was 12 years old and his father, who was 42, was dying. The work he does seems to be his way of trying to figure out what happens to us all before (and after) we die. Every day he is amazed by the peace and grace that dying brings to those with incurable diseases. And he finds the easiest way to discover why they are so calm is to ask them what they have been dreaming about recently. Most are relieved to be able to tell someone about their visions and be believed. For the terminally ill, the long road to death is a process of acceptance and quiet resignation. They don’t experience the Dylan Thomas version:

I prefer the image that Robin Williams had when he woke up in heaven (inside his wife’s painting):
There are no common features to the dreams of the dying. They are as individual as our fingerprints. But their purpose is obvious: to remind us that we are never alone, and that we are loved beyond measure.
Yup!
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