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How my mother died has been a mystery to everyone in my family except for a few; those few could easily discover what caused my mother's premature death. My younger sister knew all too well as I did, that my mother specifically requested that on the day she died that she wanted, no flowers and no wake; she emphatically stated that she wanted to be in the ground before the sun set. When I asked her about the request that she made she told me very clearly, "If people want to visit me do it while I'm living not at a wake. If people want to send flowers; bring them to me while I live not when I'm dead." My mother's requests were made clear and was understood by all those close to her.
I always tried to visit my mother on my travels back to Boston and wound up staying with her as I was single and just traveling around. I made an effort to find an apartment where she could live with me as I didn't like to see her living alone. She insisted that she wanted to live in the senior citizen complex over looking the harbor in Quincy Massachusetts. When she got her way, I moved into the senior complex with an 84 year old friend so I could be near and also have a chance to help my elderly friend Russell Heresy.
Time went by and I traveled to Alaska after my father passed away from lung cancer in 1980. I would call my mother from time to time and she would tell me the same story about how lonely her life was and how she was not permitted to see her granddaughter (my older brother's daughter, my niece) at all. She told me that only Patti my sister came to visit her. It was an on going story until one day in 1989 when she called my house in Anchorage Alaska and left a very cheerful message; I really couldn't believe it was my mom who had called; I had never heard her so cheerful and happy in all my life.
As soon as I had heard the message I called her right back. Her cheerful loving voice was clearly heard just like on the answering machine recording. She said, "Oh Michael I just called to say how much I love you and miss you; you didn't have to call all the way from Alaska." We continued to chat for a while and she shared some information about a chicken and dumplings recipe with me. We chatted about 3 minutes and then we said goodbye. Six hours after I hung up my mother died.
My sister Patti called to tell me how she went over to her apartment and knocked on the door without an answer. She told me she opened the door and walked into the silent apartment to find my mother laying still in a bed without a wrinkle in the covers or sheets. My mom died being the third of five children; at the time of her death she had two older sisters living and two younger brothers all in fairly good health. I spoke with her first brother my uncle Dawe and we both admitted that it was not normal or natural for my mother to die the way she did. But my uncle had suspicions that her death was related to the neglect imposed up her life by my sister-in-law who forbid my older brother from visiting her as well as her daughter. My sister Patti mentioned that only one person sent the one thing my mother specifically didn't want and that was a flower (depicted above) my sister-in-law who had no love for my mother and along with my weak older brother wound up obeying her and refused to see our mom.
After years passed by, my sister fell silent on the issue and my uncle changed his thinking after my brother went down to visit him. I went to visit my family in 2008 and last heard my brother's voice as I was boarding the final flight from San Francisco on my trip from Korea, he said, "I can't talk right now I have to pick up my daughter." Strange thing to say since she was some 34 years old by then and a child I was prevented from talking to, visiting or sending gift to.
As it happened, I was never met at the airport after my close to 25 year absence. Yes, it is right to forgive others just like I forgave the college student who ran me down and broke my back; love forgives but only a fool hides the fact that the intersection where I got hit by the car that broke my back is dangerous. I wouldn't mention this if I didn't think that something is going on that is unhealthy not just for me but for many others.
I began by saying that there is a dark net trying to be thrown over the sun. Whatever brought on my mother's death is still active and lethal; the failure of my family to visit me was very eerie and it eventually left me to return to Korea where a horror no words can adequately tell happened to me; the end was my death but in the depths something amazingly wonderful and absolutely indescribable began to happen and still happens even now. A kind of death got hold of me that defies all religious talk, earthly churches, temples everything but the Light from the center of the Sun.
Jesus Christ is the power over death, the resurrection, the Light and the life; nothing in the world can stop His life from rising out of the grave. I know what brought on my mother's premature death but her life is hidden in Christ and Christ is in me. He is with me and my mother lives through Him. There is no stopping the Light that will expose everyone connected to death. You can kill Jesus and He rises up again and again. We are back from the dead and no matter how many times death is thrown this way, life come back again!
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