Hi Spirit Daily,
Dear Spirit daily,
Thank you for the personal accounts on dying. Here is mine:
My dad was not a believer and not a church-goer, even though he had been baptized and confirmed. He was in the hospital for 7 weeks, near death several times. He commented to me, “why do they keep taking me downstairs every night?” I asked him what he meant. He said, “they take me down there every night. It’s a room with strange looking people. There are spiky things poking out of the walls.” I asked him if it was scary. “Yes! Very scary. I don’t like it.” So of course, I started talking to him about God. I asked him if he would talk to a priest. He said, “Yes. I think I would like to be Catholic again.” I was praying the chaplet of Divine Mercy for him every day at this time. I found the hospital chaplain immediately. He talked to my dad and my dad said it was a “great talk”. So later, he was about to leave the hospital. He had been anointed very quickly one moment when he was near death, but he had not had confession. I called the chaplain’s office, and a woman answered who said she was a sister. I asked for the priest, but she said he was not around, and that she would come. I hung up disappointed because I wanted a priest to administer the sacraments. I prayed to Jesus for help. Instantly I remembered that the priest had scribbled his cell number on a piece of paper for me! Where was that? I had no idea. Again I prayed to Jesus. Immediately, I remembered it was in a pocket of pants that were in the laundry. I went and got it and called the priest and he said, “of course I remember your dad! I will be there to see him in 15 minutes!” So the next day we were home. My dad told me, “that nice priest came by to see me. We had a very nice talk. He asked me if I wanted to confess and I told him I didn’t remember how. He asked me if I ever murdered anyone and I said no. He asked me other questions and we had a very nice conversation. Then he put oil on my head. And he even gave me the wafer! And I didn’t even have to sign anything!” I was amazed at how the mercy of Jesus was working in my dad’s life! He was home for one month before he died of sudden cardiac arrest. During that month he had started to drift back to saying he didn’t remember anything about the room in the basement and that he didn’t think he needed to go to church. I believe that Jesus had to take him before he went back into a sinful life. He may well be in Purgatory, but I believe that he was saved from Hell!