Glimpses of Heaven
By Trudy Harris

An Open Window for the Soul After Death

The other evening I watched a Johnson & Johnson commercial celebrating nurses and all they do for their patients. The nurse introduced herself as a hospice nurse and was seated on the side of the bed with her patient, Berta Olsen.

Berta had told her of a tradition in Denmark that reminded people to leave a window open in the room of a dying person so that the soul could move on after death. The nurse replied, “Not tonight Berta, not tonight,” letting the patient know it was not yet her time to die. The piece was very, very accurate and so reminiscent of the many times I sat just like that with a patient close to death.

Many years ago I sat on the floor next to my father-in-law’s chair as he was dying and I had a similar experience. It was before hospice work had become part of my life and I had not yet experienced all the wonderful things God allows you to see and understand as he draws one of his children home.

My father-in-law’s breathing was slowing down, his color changing, and he was becoming very peaceful. Suddenly but very gently, I clearly saw something white move away from his body and glide out of the window in front of him. I remember saying, “You have his spirit now, Lord, please let his body shut down.” I had no idea why I said it except that what I had seen was real.

Years later, while I was actively caring for dying patients, a friend told me of a similar experience she’d had. She was sitting with her husband as he took his last breath when suddenly the window in the hospital room blew open with no wind or breeze in sight. My friend was startled because it was midsummer and a very quiet evening. The nurse in attendance smiled and simply said to my friend, “His spirit has just left his body; he is free now and at peace.”

The comfort of her words never left my friend. Theirs had been a great love story, and she repeated the story many times over the years. That part of us, the soul or spirit that belongs to God alone, lives forever with him. She knew he was safe now and would be waiting for her.

Trudy Harris, RN, is the author of the popular Glimpses of Heaven and More Glimpses of Heaven. Although now retired, she was a hospice nurse and president of Jacksonville's Hospice Foundation for Caring where she raised more than $45 million in capital contributions. You can find her on Facebook!

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My Dad passed away Feb. 15, 2011. He (and we) had only 4 days from his diagnosis of stage 4 lung cancer to his death. It was a great loss to us all. Married for 61 years, 5 children, 13 grandchildren and 9 (almost 10)great grandchildren. He was a life long Tugboat Captain, survived two ship wrecks and enjoyed every chance he had to tell stories of old and his adventurous days upon the water.

Little did we know how fortunate we would be just two weeks later when the expected 10 great grandchild was called home to God before his birth. My heart ached that we had just lost our Dad/Grandfather, how could we and our daughter now deal with our grandson's death. My heart ached for my daughter, mother of 4 other boys. She would now have to deal with losing her son, and explain to his brothers why he was not coming home.

My comfort, and hers, came during that evening we were all at the hospital. She said her son would carry my father's middle name, and she simply stated she was happy knowing now that her son was with Pa in heaven. You see, on earth he would bounce each and every grandchild and great grandchild on his knee and sing what he called the Dum-Dum song, a tune easily replicated by the children as they grew. Now, our littlest grandson would be bouncing on his knee too, in heaven and looking down on us to care for us all. God, simply said, knows why he does what he does. We as his children are truly being held in his hands and his love.

My gentle, loving, healthy 79 yr. old Daddy had just finished mowing front lawn when I popped home for lunch. As usual we planned on who wd pick up my 2 sons from pre-school after my work at med. ofc., & who wd "start some little thing for our dinner". It was MY turn for kids; Dad wd stop at grocers, after mowing back yard. When my sons & I arrived home, the phone was ringing ~~ strangely! A hosp. nurse was calling to tell me my father had been struck by a car & was just out of neurosurgery (burr holes); now in intensive care. He needed round-the-clock nursing. For the next 5 days my phone rang constantly ~~ all ladies who needed his free car service, either to dr's ofc., or attand a dance, or needed his help in some way. A close friend convinced me I needed to get a 'sitter' & get away for the evening. I finally went to visit & was dozing when about 11pm, I jumped up & said, "I need to see Daddy"! I stayed in his hosp rm. 'til 5am (had to work next day). At 5:20am my home phone rang notifying me "Mr. Ranum has just expired". Within moments, the space next to me on my bed became 'indented' as though someone was sitting down! I believe he was trying to say "Good bye for now; I'm OK"!
Later, when my rent was raised, found out he'd been mowing the lawns to subsidize our rent for nearly a yr! (He'd been known to pay another lady to iron our clothes, then hide them. When I'd get out the iron & board, then hunt for the basket of clothes ~~ they'd ALREADY BE DONE! What a relief!)

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Many years ago, the night my beloved father passed away,he was in the hospital, my mom and one of my sisters were with him, a little after he took his last breath, my mom called to let us know. 3 am I was sleeping in my house,but when the phone woke me ,I had just seen in my dream a dove fly out to the heavens, to this day and forever I will know that it was his soul going home. That day was Oct,11,1986, I was pregnant with my son. My Dad was a firm believer of GOD,his faith in Jesus was unshakeable and he was a gentle soul. R.I.P. Lino.

Your father sounds like he was a true man of God. It is a shame that he was not able to get to know his grandson on this plane of existence, but if your grandson is a Christian he will get to know him very well in Heaven. Thanks for sharing this story!