Deathbed visions **UPDATED** - page 4
I think one of the most amazing and awesome threads that led me to this site was the huge Deathbed visions thread from 2006 and '08. It was very intriguing hearing all these deathbed vision stories... Read More
Aug 16, '13My grandmother passed away when I was a freshman in high school. It was the first time I had experienced a death in my family. My grandmother had diabetes which she never took care of (she was a big fan of choclate and candy) .. Long story short she suffered from many mini-strokes, which left her with extensive brain damage. While she was in the hospital she caught a staph infection and started to rapidly decline. One night my family and I visited her, she said that my uncle (her son who had passed) took her to get icecream & he told her everything was going to ok; brought her back telling her he would come back for her soon. Later that night we got the phone call that she had passed. But, my mom did feel comfort in knowing that her brother took my grandma to the other side. My grandfather her husband, had metatastic lung ca he passed away 3 months after my grandmother. After he was diagnosed he moved in with my family, his wishes were not to go into a home. Every night he would say goodnight and we would bring him to his room and get him set up in bed. The night of his death was different, the whole family was there instead of saying goodnight he said goodbye. I helped my mom get him into to bed sat with him for a few minutes told him I loved him and I would see him in the morning gave him a kiss and left. No more than five minutes later my mom went in to check on him and he had passed.
Aug 17, '13Here's one that will give anyone the heebee jeebees. This doesn't occur just to nurses. This happened while I was a volunteer with an ambulance service years ago.
I was called to a patient's home for transport to the hospital for some ailment (can't remember what). I was the only medic in the back of the ambulance and while I was doing my "thing", we struck a friendly little conversation. She was so cute, and just before we pulled into the hospital, she asked me when my birthday was which I found rather odd since it was so far off topic. I told her it was July 9, and she replied that she thought it was a lovely day. I couldn't resist her cuteness and chuckled at her remark, and as I departed her bedside, I made sure I gave her a hug and a little kiss on the forehead telling her to get better soon.
I was reading the paper the morning after my birthday, and found she had passed away on my birthday. Who says that we don't know when we are going? Even though it was a little creepy, I was priviledged that she CHOSE my birthday to move on. Her name was Bertha, which coincidentally was my mother's grandmother's name.
I do not consider myself religious, but I do consider myself highly spiritual! You can not tell me there isn't life after death or a spiritual world out there. I have other's too, but I'll save it for another post...
Mar 9, '17I used to reread the post of the deathbed vision thread, I think 06 to 08' but now I don't see them anymore, can I still access,those precious posts?
Mar 10, '17The first death I experienced as a brand new nurse was a young woman (in her 40s) with metastatic cancer. She was on a morphine drip, but did not want it on very high, so we titrated up and down based on her anxiety and her or her husband's request. She was very religious and strong in her faith. She and her spouse obviously had a close and loving relationship. As a brand new nurse, I was fascinated, horrified, frightened and anxious as the dying process took place before my eyes. I wanted so badly to do right by her and her spouse....but I digress.
She had been laboring all night long and somewhere around 4 or 5 in the morning began to pour fluid from her mouth and nose the likes of which I had never seen nor smelled before. She was panting and gurgling, sitting at 90 degrees and leaning forward. Suddenly, her eyes went to the ceiling of the room and her face filled up with wonder and light....no joke. She started to cry out "Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!" over and over, her eyes just....bright and amazed. Her husband's eyes filled with tears and he stroked her head and asked her if she was seeing angels....and she relaxed back against the bed and gave up her soul.
It was a super intense experience and I will never forget it. It was the beginning of me letting go of my anger over my own young (age 13) son's death.Last edit by not.done.yet on Mar 10, '17
Mar 10, '17My family's pastor was in hospice care with a brain tumor. My sister was visiting him and she said he looked up at the ceiling (the overhead light was off, just a lamp by the bed), smiled, and asked if she saw it. She asked what he meant, and he pointed up and said "Jesus is waiting." He died that night. That brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eyes. I will also add that I have smelled death on two different occasions, both with home hospice care, and both died within 5 hours of me smelling it. The first was my aunt's sister, we'd brought food to my aunt and their mom, and I didn't quite know what it was at the time. The second time was my FIL. It's a unique feeling.
Oct 8, '17Reading all these brings a warmth and comfort to my heart, god bless all the souls written about here, I hope to see more posted here or a new post started. If anyone comes across this and knows of a newer thread similar to this one, please let me know!
Nov 25, '17Quote from TeleRN311There is one really Huge problem with staying it is the brain doing it at death for various reasons. It still cannot explain how patients say they saw a family member...when they had no idea that family member has passed away.I know some people say this is the result of the dying brain shutting down. I don't buy it. I am a Christian and believe in Heaven and Hell. I've seen people who have passed with true looks of terror on their faces. And others have such a peaceful happy expression theres no doubt in my mind it comes from their family meeting them at the gates of Heaven.