Is there an art to dying? What can we do to achieve a good death? We have few special rituals to prepare for death, or to mark it and we often fail to help the dying prepare for death.
I don’t want anyone reading this review to think that I have a morbid slant on life. My only excuse is that since I lost a loved one two years ago, I have become philosophically involved in trying to find a meaning between our life on earth and death and whether there is anything afterwards. But then this issue has been debated since time immemorial and will no doubt never cease as we just don’t know what, if anything, happens after death.
I have read several books on dealing with death and mourning and they all seem to repeat the same mantra of certain progressive stages and so I will not dwell on that too much.
I had become concerned though that for the last two years, I have been having nocturnal visits outside my bedroom window; they are normally around 2 to 5 in the morning. Each visit lasts briefly ten or so seconds and it is always the same, i.e. the sound of heavy, clunking footsteps. I was frightened out of my mind the first time I heard them but I was determined to find out what it was. So at the time, I think it was 3.10 am, I got hold of a large, heavy stick (decided not to take a knife in case someone attacked me with it) and crept out into the dark with my Labrador, Chloé. There was nothing, of course. The only odd thing is that Chloé sat down and just stared at my bedroom window and I did find that spooky.
Anyway, I have discussed this with friends and they thought I was either hallucinating or was “on the bottle”. Certainly neither of these. I then discussed it with our local French priest and he said that it was my husband visiting me, which I thought was a lot of nonsense. There is certainly no scientific evidence to suggest this.
So when I was in England over Easter in Cambridge, whilst at the Easter Sunday service in the local church, I was watching the vicar and he seemed an approachable person. I asked the girl who was sitting next to me if he would mind if I spoke to him after the service and she said no problem. So Charles, who, I found out afterwards, taught Theology at one of the local colleges, upon hearing my tale suggested this book. He knew Dr Peter Fenwick, who had written this book with Elizabeth Fenwick.
Well it transpires that Dr Fenwick is an internationally renowned neuro-psychiatrist and a Fellow of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. He is Britain’s leading clinical authority on near-death experiences.
The eagerly awaited book finally arrived the other day. I always try and obtain second-hand hardbacks because I feel that they have a history. I also buy many books from an online company that takes ex-library books and their sale proceeds go to a charity which is rather splendid. It’s evident that this book was obviously not very successful with the public as from 27 December 2008 to 19 May 2015 it was only taken out six times.
As for this book, well it really didn’t tell me much. There are many experiences, for example, accounts by the dying, and those who have been with the dying in their final hours, thus demonstrating and helping us to understand that death is a process; hallucinations, etc. but nothing, and the sole purpose of acquiring this book, about footsteps. Nevertheless I’m glad I read this and it may prove to be of benefit to someone who has lost a loved one.
Finally, it is said that when you dream you are dreaming, you are waking up. Well, all I can say about that is now I have the most vivid dreams where there are many people in different rooms and there’s a lot of action. I’m not aware of any noise though. So if there is another world after death, it must be somewhat crowded!