Crossing over with my 3-year-old daughter

Donne

2005 was the tragic passing of my 3-year-old daughter in a government hospital, which left me engulfed in grief. Due to hospital policies, we were only allowed to visit her during designated hours, which made leaving her side each day unbearable.

This is my personal account of crossing over to the afterlife, a journey I undertook with Donne. I experienced a profound and transformative event that has forever changed my understanding of the transition we call death. I know without a doubt death is not an end, but a transition to a new realm.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting visit, I returned home and fell into a deep sleep on her bed.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake by the loud crickets and my husband and his mother speaking, which seemed loud, but they were already whispering. As I drifted off to sleep again, everything went silent. Then, I heard a faint whisper, ‘Mommy, I am here.’ feeling like a dream but reality, I then saw my daughter’s hand reaching out to me. I felt her warm touch and as I grasped it, we began flying through a dark tunnel at lightning speed. I was tumbling around hitting against the walls, the walls felt rough then smooth. It was an unknown feeling of acceptance no matter what the outcome was going to be, I was there with her.

As we journeyed through the tunnel, Donne led the way, and I held on tight. I felt fearful but calm all at the same time.

In the distance, a brilliant white light appeared. It felt like an eternity of travel, but within seconds, my daughter was swept through the entrance. Her grip on my hand was strong, and I followed. There, I was met with a sight beyond anything I had ever seen – Indescribable, no words to explain the colours radiating all around us. The peace and sense of belonging was overwhelming, like a warm embrace. I felt like I had come home. In the distance a stern yet loving voice boomed, ‘Helene it’s not your time; we’re sending you back.’

With that, Donne released my hand, and I was whisked back through the dark tunnel, waking up with a start.

As I caught my breath, the telephone rang, piercing the silence. The hospital informed us that our beautiful daughter had passed away just minutes before. In that moment, I realized I had been given a precious gift – the chance to help my daughter transition to her new home. Though bittersweet, I found solace in knowing I was part of her journey.

I have shared my experience with that hope that it will offer reassurance to those who read it, confirming that there is more to life that what we currently know. May it bring comfort and solace to those seeking answers and may it inspire others to explore the mysteries that lie beyond our present understanding.

With love

HM