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ISBN: 9781608441389
84 pages

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Excerpt from the Book


My personal journey was the catalyst for writing this book. Some of you may wonder why I would encourage others to make arrangements for their death. I can hear your voices asking, who would want to think about this? What follows will give you some insight into my life and into what led me to write this book.

I am a first-generation American. My par­ents were survivors of the Nazi Holocaust. When I was born, they were already living in the United States. They had arrived several years earlier from Europe with just their clothing and a few dollars to begin a new life. All my grandparents and my mother’s brother had perished in the concentration camps, so I never knew them. It wasn’t until I was thirty-seven years old and facing the death of my mother that I began to comprehend what los­ing a loved one felt like. My friends had lost some of their grandparents while I was grow­ing up, but that did not affect me directly— and it is not possible to fully understand that experience until you actually walk along that path.

Everything changed for me when I was in my early twenties, when I began my journey of self-discovery into the metaphysical world. My vision of “self” expanded beyond the physical body, and I found much comfort in awakening to the knowledge that we are energy, perhaps changing form but always existing, eternal. I am a cautious person by nature, yet I felt comfortable and at peace with this concept. I did not have any doubts. Rather, this concept seemed perfectly natural, it seemed to be the way I should always live my life. Even now I continue to feel so good and balanced when I am connected to the soul that I am. When I live every day with awareness and gratitude for everything that crosses my path, I am peaceful and my days just flow.

When I was thirty-seven years old and my mother was sixty-three, she had a terminal ill­ness. By now—how timely—my beliefs about death and dying were ingrained in my being. My views were a great comfort to me, a true blessing. A few minutes after my mother died, all her preplanned arrangements began to unfold as she had wanted. I was so grateful for...