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The Final Hours by Mary Jean Fink

I had an experience the other evening that will be with me for a long time.

At 8 pm I received a call that my friend's son was dying of liver failure at age 43 and had a mere 48 hours to live. By 10pm I was at the hospital to see if there was anything that I could do to support her. The room was empty except for her son Joey who never heard me enter. I decided to sit next to his bed and pray for him. At one point he became very agitated and started to shake. I went to the side of his bed and began to rub his head and pat his cheeks in smooth strokes. Just like a puppy, he responded and by his movements and his eyes I could tell he wished me to continue. So I did so... for about a half hour or more. I spoke to him about how loved he was and that he should relax and stop trying to think so hard ( his brow kept furrowing). I told him he was so special and had so many people who loved him.

I began to leave and he almost whispered, but more like mouthed..." Stay".. . The only words he had spoken to me. He did not know who I was but it didn't matter. I pulled up a chair and held his hand. His breathing was horrible... short raspy breaths. I began to do heavy deep (Prana) breathing and eventually he fell into the breathing pattern with me...and we both fell sound asleep. At 1am the nurse woke me up as she was changing his IV bag.  I could not believe that I was still there holding his hand. I went out to speak to the nurses whom I knew...they had taken care of both my husband and I.

At 2 am I peeked in to kiss him goodnight. I then headed home. When I awoke in the morning, my husband asked where I had been all night.  I told him about falling asleep while visiting my friends son. He got a sad look on his face and said that the hospital had  called in the morning before I awoke to say he passed on at 5 am.

I really am having a difficult time understanding why I was chosen to be there because Joey did not know me. But the joyous looks he gave me made me feel like he knew just who I was or why I was there. Now I think he felt I had come to help him go home, and after relaxing he left this earthly plane.

This has been a very special experience for me...I am glad I was chosen to be there to be with him in his final hours.

Mary Jean Fink 12-28-02 [email protected]

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