Rock Island


It was time now. As 87 year old Judy Sinclair, stepped on board the sea shuttle to the island, she knew it would be her last boat ride anywhere. The wind thrilled her, as she focused on the sun reflecting on the water, and the diesel engine roaring at the back of the boat. She kept gripping her cane though, as a way of making it through the pain.

The closer they got to the island, the more determined than ever she became, to not let the disease in her body, take down her spirit. She needed the strength of the rocks, and the power of the waves. She knew exactly how she wanted her life to end, and she prayed the Creator would give her the strength to do it.

Later that afternoon, she paid her hotel bill in advance, which the clerk thought was odd, and she took a bicycle taxi to the large portion of rock on the eastern side of the island. It was her and George’s favorite place to watch the ocean. As the young man unloaded her beach chair, he asked her plainly, “Ma’am what are going to do out here – you will get too cold!”

She responded quickly with, “I’m waiting for my husband…” which was true….in a way. The young man shook his head, and left, after setting up her chair, and helping her in it. She still clutched her cane tightly now, because the pain was increasing.

About 4:00 George did not disappoint her. Even though she was asleep she felt his presence, and could see him, in her mind’s eye. Even though he had passed away 3 years earlier, she knew it was him. She could feel his hand on her shoulder.

A short time later clouds built in the sky, preparing for rain, but a ray of light touched her and warmed her body. Before she knew it she was holding George’s hand as they paused in the air just above the ocean.

They both turned and looked at the frail frame that had been her body. “It was a good life George…” He shook his head in agreement, and said, “I love you!” they then both floated higher, turning boldly into the clouds, and in the direction of the sun.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

22 thoughts on “Rock Island

  1. You know people in my life who have died experienced their parents and loved ones coming to them at the end of their life. I’m a believer, and find it easier to face death believing that it’s possible.

    1. It is comforting, and less foreboding to have a loved one or to bring you in. Plus that is very strong I’m sure can influence the ending, at least I think so. Thank you Connie! Peace to you, and be blessed.

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