My brother passed couple years ago, also cancer. He said to me during our last conversation, " I don't know what everyone is worried about, I'm ready to see Grandma Rene "(our grandmother). He was very peaceful and calm. I think they know something we dont.
The "big guy" who trod this rock over two thousand years ago had me believing this by faith, but a man named Darby HagE shared his story -- his
experience -- with me on a ride years ago. It was all the convincing I'll ever need.
Many years ago Darby had colon issues (diverticulitis) that developed into severe infection landing him in the emergency room with sepsis, and ultimately in
Paradise. The ER crew reeled him in, and coming out of surgery he asked a nurse why they brought him back here. I don't know how to explain this -- his face shone when he attempted to describe the indescribable -- Paradise -- to me. His longing to return someday was as plain as the mustache on his face. There was an obvious void within Darby that we mortals probably can't fully understand. He'd been there, done that. Now he was back. Conversely we've been here all along, and are askeered to leave.
Don't get me wrong, Darby was living a life that he loved, with people he loved. He had Godly plans and dreams for his future. But it was clear to me that he was suffering from a deep withdrawal. Not that he was agonizing about mortal life, but I do remember him speaking of those of us struggling and scrambling through this life. He said something like, "poor people".
Darby passed away after suffering head injuries following a Colorado group ride. He is home again, and nobody is bringing him back here again. He is tickled pink about that.
