My stepdad, who lit my mother’s world with love like she had never known, lay dying. I went to Florida to be by his side and help my mom with all that needed to be done and offer whatever strength and love I could. As we sat by his bedside at home, day after day, I was grateful to hold his hand even though he wasn’t conscious. I felt a part of him knew I was there. I was guided to sing to him. Gentle songs flowed through that connected our hearts to one another. In these times heaven seemed so near. The quiet brought an awareness of the sacredness of the moment and though I went to help him and my mom, the gifts I received during this precious time were without measure. I could sense a new world ushering him in. It felt peaceful, beautiful. I was honored to be present as he crossed this threshold to his new life. Strangely enough, even though he was dying, life felt expanded. Something in my heart told me there is more to life that what we can see. I felt a profound love permeate the room. I hadn’t gotten to be present when my own father died. He died alone in a hospital room in the middle of the night. Getting this chance to be with my stepdad was such a gift. It was a privilege to be there for him in his final hours and he in turn was there for me, opening my heart to a whole new world. Thank you, Herb , for this most precious gift. In those miraculous two weeks I got to see on such a deep level that giving truly is receiving.