My Sister died on Monday of Lung Cancer......

Thanks Man...

As believers we know to be absent from the body is to be present with the LORD...

You will see your sister again..Happy and Healthy..

Keep your faith!

I can't answer your question.

But as yoda said, death is a natural part of life.



My condolences.

Are you good enough to go to Heaven? Answer honestly: Have you ever lied, stolen (regardless of value), or looked with lust? Jesus said "whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart." God is Holy. Imagine a man in a courtroom; a criminal guilty of serious crimes. He is tried, convicted, and sentenced to life or a fine of a MILLION DOLLARS. when the judge steps down and pays his fine! Even though he's still guilty, his fine has been paid and justice has been satisfied! The judge was both merciful and just. Jesus died for sinners. While fully God and fully man, Jesus lived a sinless life. In love He took the wrath of God and penalty for sin on Himself on the Cross. Then He rose from the grave, showing the penalty paid. What should you do? God commands you to repent and trust in Jesus ALONE. Don't trust in "good works.? Cry out to God for mercy and put your faith in Jesus, confessing and forsaking sins. God can change your heart so you can desire Holiness. Make peace with God today; you may not have tomorrow. Eternity is worth much more than a MILLION DOLLARS!

the Lord Jesus Christ, who is God, and is the ONLY way to heaven. Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. (John 14:6) But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8) If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9) He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy. (Proverbs 28:13) I tell you, Nay: but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish. (Luke 13:3) And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent: (Acts 17:30) Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord: (Hebrews 12:14) May we all prepare for Jesus in repentance and holiness. If you need a bible please contact me, God loves you.


Watch this video below. About Near Death Experiences. God bless you so much during this time.

So sorry.....

If the universe is infinite, then you will see your sister time and again, over and over, for ever.

I think it is normal to feel this way after someone dies but I can promise you will see her in the afterlife.

May peace be with her and her loved ones. <3

So so sorry mate...

Nick@

That's a truly tasteless move.

You probably sell popcorn at housefires.

Condolences, OP

I'm sorry for your loss :(

I really think there is something after we die I had an experience no tunnel but a light of an angel and I was trying to go to her actually felt myself leave my body and then got so scared and I went back into my body and after I heard the most beautiful music was so loud and beautiful in a language I never heard before. Was the most beautiful singing music I ever heard in my ears and everything was vibrating. I personally believe we don't die. We are energy and light. I hope this helps you a little in this really hard time.

Sorry to compare your sister to a cat but he was like that before he died, he was able to walk, though weakly when we saw him at the vet and ten minutes after that he died on his own. Not to mention you wouldn't know he was sick until three days before he died and he had cancer too. He was 25 pounds because of how much he ate and never seemed at all sick until right before he died.

Though I really don't know if there's an afterlife or not, no proof to no one who's died

May she be with God and May God be with you and your family.

#LPRF

A story a dear friend of mine wrote...

I have only paraphrased two parts to maintain anonymity out of respect for her, but I think this can help, OP. It certainly helped when my mother passed last year when she shared it with my family - it was the first I ever heard of any part of this ordeal despite being a close family friend. It helped not in the way expected as I had already personally experienced multiple NDEs, but because I knew another very close to me had experienced something very much the same yet altogether completely different at the same time.

Without those NDEs of mine, losing my mother at 32 would have been dreadfully difficult, as I was always her 'baby', being the youngest in my family.

Shortly after my poet mother passed, I began thinking in rhymes and intuitively writing what I had not the faculty to do before. Part of my mother is still alive within me, and I don't doubt for one second the same goes for your sister within you. It may be difficult to see; my mother shone so brightly her whole life it's hard to ignore even when I'd like in my case, and I know I am of the very lucky to have been blessed by having such a wonderful spirit to bring me here.

I will not share my own NDE stories here. They are far too dark and would not ease your pain.

My friend's story...

“How ridiculous!” I thought as I watched doctors and nurses frantically working on my lifeless body. From my vantage point above them, it seemed rather silly to work so hard to restore life to a useless “shell” that I no longer needed.
Moments before, as I was being rushed to an operating room, an incredible peace had descended upon me. Kind of a “whatever” feeling – “Whatever works for you, God, works fine with me.” I had been bleeding profusely, surrendering the tiny infant in my womb. For hours I fought with all my might to survive, struggling to remain conscious, struggling to keep my baby, willing my body to stop hemorrhaging. I had lost a baby to miscarriage just ten months earlier – I had to keep this one. “Thy will be done,” I uttered in prayer just before the incredible peace descended upon me.
A frantic doctor shouted for the anesthesiologist to hurry. “We’re losing her!” he yelled. A nurse, most likely aware that I could hear his pleas, gently and compassionately stroked my leg as she prepared me for surgery.
“Go ahead and operate without anesthesia,” I suggested, to calm the doctor. I still recall the quiet that came over the frantic room as my words spilled out. I knew it could be done. If it would calm him down, I had no objection. At least my suggestion stopped him from shouting. When the anesthesiologist arrived, the surgeon cut short her questions about my history and pleaded, “Please hurry!”

Just after the anesthetic was administered, I began my observation of the room’s activity from an upper corner of the operating room. The chaos beneath me just seemed so silly – it was like watching someone try to put a walnut shell back together after the nut had been removed! Except that now, perhaps appropriately, I was the “nut” who had escaped my “shell”.
Few people have been told the story of what happened next – who would believe it? It was the most incredible experience – the details remain as vivid today as the experience was on that day eighteen years ago.
I had turned away from the operating room; its frantic activity was now behind me. Ahead was a sort of passageway – definitely not a dark and frightening tunnel, but a walkway of sorts, surrounded by darkness, yet bathed in light. As I moved along I asked myself, “How will I ever describe this ‘white’?” I had never experienced such a magnificent “white”! And the colors! Hues of beautiful brilliant flowers – yet no color I had ever seen could compare with the beautiful brightness of any of these!
The operating room was no longer behind me. I stopped at the end of the passageway, for before me was an incredible scene! A beautiful porch, adorned with brilliant-white decorative lattice, and covered with the brilliant flowers and vines. It sat before me, sort of like a setting on a wall-less stage. On the porch were two white rocking chairs – the one on the right was empty, and my dear Grandmother, “Nana,” sat in the other. In each arm she held an infant. She smiled at me. Motioning to the empty chair, she invited me to join her.
For eighteen years I haven’t attempted to commit this experience to paper, even though I’ve felt an urgency to do so. Now I realize why I’ve waited so long. Let me explain. For some strange reason, I’ve always held a secret wish that, before I die, I would love to have a painting of mine appear on the back cover of a Reader’s Digest magazine. This dream is really bizarre because I’ve never done a painting in my life! Yet I’ve always felt that I could take a few lessons, be creative, and have that artwork discovered.
My fantasy now seems easier to achieve than my success at describing my experience (eighteen years after it happened). No wonder I’ve hesitated writing this for so long!

My feet had stopped just short of letting me become a part of this beautiful scene. It was if my toes were at a line of some sort. Behind and to the right of the porch was a group of people of all ages. They had been dancing or playing some sort of happy game, yet when I appeared, they all stopped and turned to me. I remember in particular the children. As this group smiled at me and welcomed me, I experienced something I have never before experienced. These people loved me totally! They knew every good thing I had ever done in my life, yet seemed to be unaware of my failures. They found absolutely no fault in me, and offered their unconditional love! I was immediately aware that, even though I had never seen any of them before, I loved them as deeply as I love my husband and children! Joining them would have been a glorious family reunion!
I had a family – loving parents, a devoted husband, and ten beautiful children – yet I ached to join this “family,” to sit with my dear Grandmother, to see my babies, and to embrace the acceptance so freely offered by this wonderful assortment of loved ones!
In the darkness behind my left shoulder, there was a voice, almost like a whisper, “You are needed, you need to go back.” There was no doubt that I had a choice. Over and over the voice and the vision played tag with my heart. It took every ounce of my will to overcome the temptation to stay.
I awoke, crying hysterically, in the recovery room. Doctors and nurses were crowded around. Bags of blood hung above me, and the nurses were squeezing them to push the flow of life through “garden-hose” tubes into each of my arms.
The doctor at my head kept asking, “(Ma’am), answer me, are you in pain?”
I responded, “No.”
“Then why are you crying so?” she inquired.
“I don’t want to come back!” I sobbed. Activity continued, but the room went quiet.
I regret that I never discussed this experience with my doctor or with any of the others who were present in the operating room that day. It was too incredible to expect anyone else to believe or to understand. On a follow-up appointment to the surgeon he said, “I’ll always remember you - you went out on me.” Yet I never felt comfortable enough to ask what happened or to mention my incredible experience.

One day I saw a program on television about similar experiences of others. Later in the show, in an effort to expel the idea that these were visions of heaven, “experts” claimed that the subjects had pre-conceived notions of how heaven would be, then saw this while unconscious. I was raised and remain a devout Catholic,, but I always dreaded the thought of dying because I figured that if I were fortunate enough to make it inside those pearly gates, I’d have to wear a white robe, sit on a cloud and sing! So my conception was quite different than my experience.
I’m not sure that I saw “heaven” that day, for I didn’t see God, yet I felt His incredible love in the people who greeted me. It was beyond conception or description.
Another amazing thing was that I knew choosing to stay wouldn’t have separated me from my family and friends here on earth!
I dream a lot, but I always forget the details of my dreams. The details of this experience have never faded or changed. I can remember exactly and recall vividly every moment of it. Originally, only my husband was told about it, because I knew I could trust him to understand. Later, I told my parents. Since that time I have told only a handful of people about it, especially when I felt that it might help someone deal with the loss of a loved one.
Today I continue to embrace, enjoy, and celebrate my life. Yet I certainly do not fear death – it was a glorious and incredible experience!

I am so sorry for your loss. I,too,have been struggling with this but have come to believe (again) that our Souls are Eternal and there really IS not just 'a god' but THE GOD.

Oh Dear Dreamcatcher Bless you as you grieve the loss of your sis' of course your in shock sweetie, this will take time. Please pay close attention to everything around you right now as so many get lost in the grief and miss some very exciting messages from our loved ones.

This has been my experience. I too have had tragic loss of several family loved ones torn from life including my lovely younger sister. Please know, they are with us, there are all types of signs, messages or communications, if you will, that I and my living loved ones have witnessed separately and together, verifiable.

Clocks, electronics, dreams, if you or sister have animals pay attention to them too.. very powerful messages.
Just pay attention and don't disregard the little signs and there may be BIG signs. It's a very unique experience and very personal, pay attention. Pray and meditate or, ask and receive. This may prove beneficial as it has for me.

I consider myself a Spiritual Christian. I do believe In Jesus Christ as my Lord it's the way it is in my life and this works for me very well for me, I have had so much confirmation.

Oh I'm so sorry for your loss and you be gentle with yourself.

Blessings and prayers for you Dreamcatcher.

Putting the best face on it, she's lucky to miss the hell on earth you'll get to live through until its your turn.

How did she get lung cancer? Smoking?

You will see her again. She is pain free now and she doesn't have to go through all the bullshit we go through daily.

Dreamcatcher,

Sad news. I hope you are taking it ok. You have lovely memories and pictures to reflect on I am sure.

My sister has inoperable lung cancer. She was diagnosed 7-8 months ago ... and did the radiation and chemo thing. She couldn't take the chemo anymore and quit. I agree... it is a killer on it's own.

I am keeping my sister alive with dandelion tea and salvestrols. She is emaciated looking though and can't get rid of the chemo nausea months later.

I have been with a dying friend that had unseen visitors come to her the day she died. I told here they were they to help her. She was good with that. I have another friend that spoke to his Nun teacher (a full conversation) the day he died as well.

Energy cannot be destroyed. We are all part of a global/universal consciousness.

This would be a good time to google near death experiences. You will find lots on You Tube and web sites. I hope this will be helpful for you. Check Dr. Raymond Moody.

Hugs for you...

Wow calin, Bless you, Great message.
Hugs to you! :)

Op, first, I am so sorry for your loss, sincerely I am. I would like for you to know that I have seen, spoken to, and felt relatives who have died all my life. I am 53 now. It started when I was very little with my Grandmothers, both of whom used to come visit with me at night, sit on my bed, and talk to me.
I was ridiculed and told not to discuss it, but, it happened all the same and many, many other times since. I KNOW that life, of some form, goes on after death, I KNOW this because I have seen them over and over again. Listen as you go about your daily life, pay attention to the things that happen to you. I am equally convinced that our friends and Family often attempt to help us along our way after they are gone. Please know that she is okay, probably better than okay. Be kind to yourself and allow yourself to go through the grieving process. It really does follow the steps laid out, and you really can and will get better as time goes along.

Wow....thanks to all of you...I'm blown away by your love and support....I dont know what to say except thank you.

Ignore everything you read in this reply OP

Its a crock of shit posted in bad taste.

Yes, Dream catcher, I feel there will be continuity as energy becomes regenerated. We are energy. the barrier is communicating between the energies! You'll feel something from her soon - perhaps via a dream or feelings. That's how you know.
I've lost all but 1 of my immediate family. Some bonds are stronger than others, yours sounding so special. So try not to worry about these things. Do good deeds and don't attach to the material.

lol...ya, I did....

So sorry for your loss Dreamcatcher. Watching a loved one die of cancer is so very hard.

I lost important family loved ones in my life from an early age and it set me to questioning things much as you are now. Perhaps it is just a need to make sense of things, but spirituality (not the religious or dogmatic kind) has helped me through, as has the practice of mindfulness meditation and putting spiritual values into practice.

I started this thread some time back now to try and put into words what the practice of spirituality can feel like. Words fall short but perhaps something in here will resonate with ideas your are considering or how you are feeling.

Thread: Spiritual Preparedness - simple practices and meditations to increase self-awareness

My belief is that the energy which you know to be your sister continues, it is just the most recent body she lived in which has gone. But for you to have such a belief you need your own experiences.

I just came across this thread which resonated with me. Swiss AC posts many wise and spiritual threads here [link to www.godlikeproductions.com]

Keep those conversations with your sister going and pay close attention to your dreams. Dreamcatcher is the perfect handle. Pharista .



Last Edited by Pharista on 06/26/2013 06:28 PM

First, my condolences.

I lost my brother who was only 29. My mom was killed by a drunk driver. She is now my spirit guide. You can open your mind anytime you want telepathically and talk to your loved ones. At first you might just get feelings and then random thoughts, but you will KNOW :)

This lady was on C2C and was SO COMFORTING...

[link to www.dolorescannon.com]

I signed up for their membership after hearing her!

Best wishes and comfort.