A Mother's Deathbed Vision

My mother had been in and out of hospitals over the last year, near death at each admission. She was coherent and not delusional. She had congestive heart failure and lung and kidney cancer spread throughout her body. One morning in the hospital room, about 2 a.m. when all was quiet, my mother stared out the door of her room and into the hall that led to the nurse's station and the other patient's rooms. 

I said, "Momma, what do you see?" 

And she said, "Don't you see them? They walk the hall day and night. They are dead." 

She said this with quiet calmness. The revelation of this statement might send fear into some, but my mother and I had seen spiritual visions many years prior, so this statement was not a shock for me to hear, or for her to see. I, however, this time, I did not see them. This small conversation was not mentioned again.

Her surgeon said there was no point in treatment as the cancer had spread throughout her body. He said she might have six months to live, at the most; maybe three months. I brought her home to die. She passed four weeks later. 

The night of her (unexpected) passing, she was restless and anxious. Although my mother was a spiritual person, she had been in denial throughout her illness and declining health. She did not want to die, therefore she would not acknowledge the prognosis or her condition. She always talked as if she were going to get well and making plans of things to do in the coming spring.

About 7:30 p.m. she asked to be carried out to the enclosed front porch. It was winter and cold. But, she insisted and by this time, I would not deny my mother any request. I wrapped her in blankets and made her as comfortable as possible. My mother was an invalid and could not support herself in anyway without help. 

A few minutes before 8 p.m. she said, "I have to go. They're here. They're waiting for me." 

Her face glowed and the color returned to her pale face as she attempted to raise herself and stand up. 

Her last words were, "I have to go. It is beautiful!" And she then passed at 8 p.m.

An Uncle's Deathbed Vision

I found the subject of deathbed visions oddly reassuring as my favorite uncle died this morning at 7:30 a.m. CST. He has been ill with terminal cancer for over two years now and we knew the end was near. 

My aunt said he knew it was time to go and asked his son-in-law to cut his hair and trim his beard last night, then asked to be bathed. My aunt sat with him all night. 

A few hours before he died he said, "Uncle Charley, you're here! I can't believe it!" 

He proceeded to talk to uncle Charley right up to the end, and told my aunt that Uncle Charley had come to help him over to the other side. 

His Uncle Charley was his favorite uncle, and is the only significant other in my uncle's life who has passed on. So I believe Uncle Charley did come to take Uncle Timmy to the other side, and it brings me great comfort.

A Grandfather's Deathbed Vision

In 1974, I was in my grandfather's hospital room, holding his hand. He had had five heart attacks during a three-day period. 

He looked up at the ceiling and said, "Oh, look at those beautiful flowers!" 

I looked up. There was a bare light bulb. 

He then had another heart attack and the machine screamed. The nurses ran in. They revived him and put in a pace maker. He died about four days later. He wanted to go to the beautiful garden.