Email response re: life after death

We received this email in response to one of our Joshua's Journals and wanted to share it with you all.—John Bannister

Hi John,

I am not sleeping and got up to see what I may find in my [e]mail.  Your newsletter was there.  Always enjoy them.  You do write great news. Then I saw, “Dorthy Glass, I would like to hear from you.” Really? Well, let me share just a few thoughts at this hour of the night.  They may go to your heart or someone else’s and give some light.

You see my life changed 3 years ago when my daughter was sent home from the doctor with the death sentence of, “You have 2 months to live because you are all eaten up with cancer.” She resisted departure for a while, but in 6 months she left this plane for the next while her family including her 8 year old son were at her side.

I was her 24/7 care provider for the last 7 months of her life.  What a beautiful time we had together.  At first we didn’t want to believe it was our last days in the body together, but we created some of the most lovely mother/daughter happy moments.  Her son and his cousin were able to be with us during many of the days and they helped with her care.  We watched her body prepare for her departure by going from 5 feet 7 inches to less than 4 feet 9 inches and from 135 to less then 80 pounds.  

Watching this and knowing she was preparing for her departure, there was never a tear shed.  We kept it a joyful, happy time because we wanted her to be content with her journey. Every one that came to visit her marveled at her composure and she told them all that “Life is Grand”. 

Her family were all around her bed as she made her flight out of my home.  What an honor for a mother who brings one into this world after carrying her for 10 months, she resisted coming her for over 3 weeks, to have her in my arms as she departs.  Her spirit left her body, flowed though mine and was birthed to the other side.

We do miss her physical presence, however she appears often in the non-physical form. Just this month on July 6th her son and his 2 cousins were spending the night at Grandmas.

Here is a copy of the post I sent to friends the night the boys were with me.

The 18 yr old ones left for a few minutes. Luke stayed with me. My phone and computer quit working after Luke got here. The boys found the phone had been unplugged. He wanted to show me he figured out what happened. He showed me how with the little heater in front of the phone plug in, there was no way it could have been knocked out.  It is hard to unplug. Someone has to hold the clip in as they pull it out or it doesn't come out.

Who was that someone? Just as he came here, I was on the phone so it was plugged in when he got here. After he was in the room and had walked past it to go to the couch in the treatment room and came back to the living room it came unplugged. Someone wanted him to know she was here.  There is only one who could do this and that is mommy.  She wanted him to know she is with him.  Then she left a bead on the table by his money (play money in a board game) so he would know it was her who was here to see him.  She didn't leave it by my money, so she didn't come to see me, but came to see him.

Then he sat on the big purple ball and bounced up and down singing, “My mommy loves me.  She watches over me all the time.  She is with me all the time.”  Then he sang it again as he bounced up and down.

He asked how long since I talked to my mommy.  I told him we hadn’t talked for 17 years.  He said, “My mommy wants me to know she loves me and your mommy doesn’t want you to know it.”  I said, “But I know my mommy loves me.”  He said, “Well, maybe she will let you know after she departs earth then!”

He said, “We don't really die, Grandma, like people think we do.  We still know everything.”

He was so happy that night knowing his mommy was there and loves him.

Then on July 12th, here is the letter I sent to my friends:

Hi my dear friends,

Last night, July 12th, I took a soaking bath. I was thinking about getting out at 11:30, when bright lights were flashing in the window. I stood up to see what it was.
The utility company was at the pole in the street just east and south of the house. I thought, “oh, no, don't shut my lights off!!” and off they went.

It was so dark.  I got out, dried, and had forgotten to take my nightgown in.  I wandered down the hall stark naked, in the dark and went for my flash light. It was at the other end of the house.  I found it! It is little, but it was some light. Searched for nightgown, didn’t find, but had a thought. Sat down at the table to write it down.

“As babies we come into this world full of joy and happiness.  What if, we could be that joyful and happy today, what would our day look like? Use you imagination and write down 5 things or ways your days would look like as happy and joyful as a little child. What if we could love ourselves as God loves us, what would this look like?”

Then I smelled something.  An aroma! Was it an essential oil, no? Where was it coming from? What is it? It is familiar. Then I knew!  It is Brenda's perfume!!

I said, “Oh, Brenda you are here! Where are you?”

I got up and went in the treatment room. The area of the couch, her departure area lit up bright as day, even though it was dark as midnight. There was Brenda sitting on the couch. She was so beautiful, in a gorgeous blue dress. She was just radiating with love, joy and happiness.

Brenda said, “Hi Mom.”  And she gave me a hug.

I said, “How are you?”

She said, “Life is so wonderful.”

She said, “Tell Luke I love him.  I will help him again in a game of Cash Flow.  (The board game we were playing on the 6th)  Tell him to do good at school. Tell Gene (her brother) and Ryan (Gene’s son) I love them and Ryan will do great at school. Thanks for talking to Danny.  Tell him to relax and not resist. Let life flow. Have fun Saturday night.  (We are having Duane (my son) and Kendra at the dome for supper.)”

I said, “Oh, Brenda, Jon and I...”

I didn’t get to finish what I wanted to say.

She said, “See how it goes.”

The room went dark and she was gone.

The house was so dark.  I was so alone. I wanted to call Jon and tell him, but the phones didn’t work and my cell phone was dead. I lay in bed, happy, joyful, very much alive, and no sleep near.

The utility truck came around 4:30 and before they left, I fell asleep till the alarm rang at 7:30.  I wasn't ready to get up though, yet I felt so much love I knew I had been with one from heaven.

Do I believe in life after death? Of course, I just don't believe in death!

Now, I am wondering if it was my visitor, Brenda, the day of the storm, the night of no electricity planned this all.  Do I believe in coincidences? No, I believe in Providences.

Well, there John you have two little stories of the joy of my journey in the last 3 years.

I see life and life and life so differently.  Life before coming to planet earth for a time, life here on planet earth and life after planet earth.  I can no long feel sorry for ones who have had a loved one depart.  They are so honored to be chosen to be one to experience life here with a loved one on the other side watching over them.

Do you realise how few mothers get the privilege of having a child on the other side looking over them?  What a privilege, what an honor why would anyone want to live in grief over such a beautiful experience?  I just don’t understand.   I will never again send anyone a sympathy card only a congratulations on being so special to have a loved one beat you to the other side.

Won’t it be a grand day when we send our vehicles (our bodies) to the junk yard and we can float with out a boat? As my daughter said every day, "Life is Grand" and only Grander after our departure.

Must get back to bed.

Enjoy and look forward to your body going to the junk yard.

Dottiedee

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