Death

I went to the wake of a dear friend from work. He finally lost his battle with cancer after eighteen months. His name is William Dontaine and he has finally reach Heaven from his path here on earth. His family appear to be taking the loss of William very well. They are much stronger than what I would be.

My purpose for writing this blog is to express how I see death. I had a tonsillectomy back in the spring of 2002. The doctor told me that there is a possibility of complications but it is very low for adults. Well, I was one of those possibilities. Five days after the procedure, I was not healing properly. I could not eat and had severe problems even trying to drink fluids. My son woke me up in the morning to tell me my daughter, who was nearly three year old was awake and running around.

I got up out of bed and felt extremely weak and dizzy. I walked into the bathroom and noticed a very bad taste in my mouth. I spit into the sink and noticed bright red blood. I went into the kitchen to get ice water to gargle to see if the bleeding would stop. It did not work and I became alarmed. I called my ex-wife and asked her to pick up our children because I needed to go to the hospital. While I was waiting, I fed the kids their breakfast and didn't tell them I was not well.
I suddenly had an urge to vomit, so I ran to the bathroom. I nearly went into shock witnessing how much blood came out of stomach.

When my ex-wife arrived, I loaded the kids into the car and told them I loved them. I then got into my car and drove the 20 miles to my doctors office. Halfway there, I had another urge to get sick. I reached for a 32 ounce Big Gulp cup, pulled over and literally filled it to the top with more blood. I felt myself getting weaker by the moment and I began looking for a payphone on my way to the clinic to call for an ambulance. I finally reached the clinic and rushed in. The receptionist asked what I was in for. I didn't say anything, I just showed her the full cup. She ran out of her office and got the doctor. He looked at me, and told me to quickly go into the room. He asked me to open my mouth and his eyes opened wide. He said,"Mr. Wiggs, you are not bleeding, you are hemorrhaging!" He told the nurse to tell the other doctors to stop their surgeries and get in to help.

While I was waiting, I began sweating profusely and felt like I was passing out. I told the doctor that I was going out. The next thing I knew, everything went dark. I lost consciousness but was still able to think. I began feeling a severe burning sensation in my navel and it quickly spread throughout my body. I began praying and asking God to not allow me to die. I told him that my children needed me and I wanted to live. My praying started hopping from God to Jesus and I actually said,'Whichever one of you is listening." Suddenly, I saw an indescribable tiny, bright light emit from the darkness. It quickly grew larger and larger until it completely smothered me. The burning sensation completely dispersed away from my body at the same time.

I will swear up and down for the rest of my life that this was God. His Almighty Presence covered me and I have never felt so much joy, peace ,love, comfort, and absolutely no stress on my body.
Although, the Lord did not speak to me, he did not have to. His presence communicated with me by his actions and the feeling he shown to me.

I saw the tunnel and beings standing on either side of me. They were all smiling and staring at me. I kept praying that my children need me and that I was not ready. A short time later, I felt this rush, a feeling that my spirit was shot back into my body at the speed of light. I began hearing again and heard the nurse say, "I still do not have a pulse!" The doctor said,"He's alright, the monitor is showing a heartbeat, give him more oxygen." They began calling my name and slapping me. I finally opened my eyes and saw many doctors and nurses standing around me. I knew at that moment that I was in bad shape and what I just saw was not a dream.

This is the purpose of this blog. I want you all to know that whether you believe in God or not, I am here to tell you that he is real. I know where my friend Will is because he was a God loving, God fearing man. I know he is in a loving, accepting, eternal place. Will was a deacon at his church and he walked the path the best he can. He was a humble man who loved God, his family and life. This is why I am not sad for Will. I know where he went and life is fleeting. We will all meet again, sometime, someplace.

I will close with a short poem I wrote after my father passed in 1989...

You shouldn't cry because of death
We don't die, our souls just rest.
The body is the shell of our souls,
A shield of life that makes us bold.