She was unwell, weak, wasn't eating or drinking. She told Sharon that she needed to leave her body, but was holding on because she knew I couldn't accept her leaving at the time. Sharon gave her a healing, and she rallied to bless us with her presence for a couple more months so we could accept her leaving. You have no idea how Belle's poem helped me to prepare, and accept the confirmation that it was time to assist Belle with leaving her body. All the elements of nature reinforce the circle of life.
Death is near The force so strong.
Bren, I can't hold on. The wind, it's tugging, Pulling me along, The force is too strong. The gale force that was once my life Is now a gentle breeze. Let me go with the wind, Let me sail, let me fly, I do not die. If anybody has any such experiences, send 'em in, we'll print 'em.