The Phone Call from Beyond

Strange, but true story. Nurses Announcements Archive Article

About twelve years ago, I was working nights as an LPN at an inpatient hospice unit. It was a quiet night. I was sitting in a patient's room with the patient and her family.

I will call the patient "Gladys."

Gladys was quietly actively dying, and her son "Bill" and daughter-in-law "Sue" were with her. I heard the phone ring at the desk. The CNA "Mary", answered it, took a message and met me in the hallway. She said "That was a weird call. It was some guy named "Harry." He said to tell Gladys that he'll be here for her in a half hour."

I walked back to the patient's room and relayed the message to Bill, Sue and Gladys. Gladys was non-responsive, so I leaned over and spoke the message quietly in her ear. The message didn't make sense to me, but I figured the family would know what is was about. Bill and Sue didn't say anything, but they gave me the strangest look. I went back to the desk.

A couple of minutes later, Bill and Sue came to the desk. Sue said "Are you sure the caller's name was Harry? The only Harry we know is Gladys' husband, and he's been dead for five years." Mary was sitting there, and read from the message log, confirming the message.

Bill said "That doesn't make any sense." Then he and Sue went back to Gladys' room. A little while later, Sue came to tell me that Gladys was not breathing. I went to check. She breathed two more times, and stopped. I assessed for signs of life, and wrote down the time of death and called the Charge Nurse, who confirmed it.

When we checked, we saw that Gladys' time of death was one half hour TO THE MINUTE from the time that Harry called. Mary said that his voice had had an echoing, staticy quality to it.

Was it really Gladys' dead husband calling to let everyone know her time was at hand? Who knows!?

We all talked about that incident for a long time after that.

theres must be a strongly couple they are....nice story...

Specializes in CV-ICU, Rehab, Med-Surg, Nursing Home.

Ok, ok...so I feel really propelled to share my story of a patient named "Keith".

Keith was an elderly man, but looked good for his age. He was married over 50 years to a wonderful lady named Nancy. He was also a victim to cancer with metastasis. At the time I worked in an inpatient rehab unit (just recently opened), and most of the staff were confused as to why we had received a terminal cancer patient. But, none-the-less, he ended up being one unforgettable patient.

Keith had been with us for weeks. Keith and Nancy had just recently retired and spent their time traveling - living between Florida and Wisconsin according to the weather (that is common here - elderly leave the cold to go to their other residence in Florida). At the time, a hurricane had hit their Florida residence, and it was demolished. I recall thinking how horrible it was for his wife to be dealing with her dying husband as well as a demolished home and all the hassles it must of entailed especially from such a distance.

Anyways, Keith was special and we bonded instantly. I never had grandparents and he immediately took on that kind of feel in my life. So many nights I sat and talked with him about this journey we call life, including its conflicts as well as all of its joys. Keith told me on numerous occassions about how he feared dying. At the time, I was so immature in my ability to respond to these types of circumstances, but I did my best.

On one particular evening, the door was shut and it was just him and I. I held his pale, wrinkled hand in mine. As I looked in his eyes, I felt his fears of dying, almost as if they were my own. He told me that he didn't think God would let him into heaven because of all the bad things he had done in his life. I just thought, "Gosh, death is right here staring him in the face, this is so surreal!"

As much as I tried to put myself in his shoes, I knew I could never truly be in those shoes until it was my day to pass. But again, I felt a true sense of what he was feeling. I tried to imagine what it would be like, for example, to know that I had only weeks, days, hours, to live. I wanted to know so I could really be there for him.

I think this was one of the first times I really allowed myself to cry in front of a patient without any shame or fear of being looked at as unprofessional or "caught up in a moment" with a 'stranger'. I just let it all go...and so did he. I continued to hold his hand and we cried and prayed at the bedside. It was such an unimageable moment...I cannot even fully describe it words.

I had off the next day, a Friday. I went out to eat at a local supper club. As I was sitting at the table, I glanced at the down at the floor and noticed a 'bean bag' competition device (for bean-bag tournaments). On the bottom of it, were the letters K-E-I-T-H. I didn't think much of it.

As we left the restaurant and were pulling out of the driveway, I noticed an all white pick-up truck, of all things. The license plate again stated KEITH...and that was it - no other numbers or letters.

I went to work on Sunday to learn that Keith had passed. He left this world on Friday. I immediately felt as if he was telling me, "Hey girl, I made it after all!" :yeah:

I'll never forget Keith...he was like an angel to me. Nancy, his wife, sent me christmas cards for years after that. I often think of Keith and the blessing he was in my life. These experiences are the essence of nursing.

Nurseatheart81 :redbeathe

Oh i have to jump on this. This is my story and i'm sticking to it. I'm really big in the paranormal. Matter of not only am i a ghost hunter in my off time. I'am also a don't freak a Witch. I worked in a old nursing home and in its day it was the county poor farm. In the winter when people die they would keep the bodies in the basement No i'm not kidding until the ground thawed. I worked the grave yard shift. 6:30pm to 7:00am. we have had strange things happen there. whrilpool tub would turn on call lights would turn on in an empty room. We have seen sprits. My Charge Nurse who knows what i'am. Trust me they all knew. And when strange things happen she wouldnt let me leave her side. In a way its funny. One night i got sick of it you know. Things go bump in the night well i bump back. So one night at work things were going ok but then things started to happen. If you dont know this the real witching hour is 3:00am not midnight. well i brought my spritboard to work. and my nurse freaked she asked what are you doing i said i'm summonsing the sprit or sprits to us she freaked went to the breakroom i had one brave aid to summons with me i wanted to know who they are and what do they want. Things guys and i tell you as i'm typing this went crazy. call lights started to go haywire. My charge nurse came out of the break room and she was like what the heck. The tub turned on we had many sprits that night. and they strated to talk through the board. Nicole my partner in crime or in the summonsing part seen something and to this day wont speak of it. Nicole left the nursing home shortly after that. And has not steped foot in a nursing home sense. I left the home also after that not because of fear because i had my dream job open up and i landed it. I see the charge nurse every once in a while at walmart and she ask me still if i do what i still do. Oh back to the end the next day i was called in from my DON. who asked me what went on lastnight and asked me never to bring my board back in the building. And i got a write up . While being there we still seen things out of the corner of our eye. MY Charge Nurse claimed its a man in a red shirt and overalls. So let me tell you this if someone dies open the window let the sprit out. if things start going bump in the night. ignore it because it might become worse. And never and i mean ever summons or think you can summons something to you. You might not want what you get. And at night in a small nursing home we do have to much time on our hands LOL Happy Samhain. or Halloween

Hey,this is my very 1st post,not sure if this will work,so just testing

Specializes in midwifery, NICU.

Karma, you may be cool with your board, but I dont feel that summonds to the afterlife, when no-one was comfortable with it, and whilst you had vulnerable people to take care of, was appropriate! You were at work to take care of the living, thats what you were paid for, and should the dead come to visit, well, thats something to look into in your OWN time!

I believe in spooks, ghosts, call them what you will, I lived in a house that was overrun by them as a teen. That makes me wary. I would never, NEVER invite a spirit into my home with my children here, it really is too serious and frightening. I would never invite spirits to a place where vulnerable people live...thats cruel, careless and wicked.

Whatever you believe, don't be the one to invite the other side to visit people who just don't need it. :(

I loved all the stories I read on this subject and would like to tell about my special story. My mother died quite a few years ago and I was just thinking about her one day and was feeling very sad. I was given her wedding rings that she wore for 40+ years and so I just wanted to put them on to be "close" to her. I went to my jewelry cabinet to get them and could not find them. I looked everywhere many times for about a month and to my great disappointment,no rings. I was very upset but had to go to neighborhood Bunco party that night and mentioned it to someone why I was upset. She told me to pray to my Mom about the rings. She had a story of praying to her diseased mom to help her find something and she found it right away. I went home that night thinking about what she said but just went to sleep that night.The next day I was still very worried about not being able to find her rings that were so very special to me. My daughter saw me deep in thought and asked what was wrong.I told her what was going on and what the neighbor had told me and I also remembered what a very special friend told me one time..."if you want your'e prayers to be answered,pray with someone else and it is more likely to come true" I then asked my daughter to pray with me. We went and KNEELED in front of my tall jewelry chest and I told her to pray with all her heart and I started praying out loud to my Mom as we held hands. A few minutes later the phone rang while we were deep in prayer. The phone was sitting right on top of my tall jewelry chest and my instinct told me to answer it. I picked up the phone and said "hello" and no one answered. I kept repeating "hello" and nothing from the other end. I just held on to the phone listening and about 30 seconds or so later it was like somebody just gently hung up the phone with no dial tone-just silence. I had this overwhelming feeling that it was my Mom. I stood up and and it was like my arm just raised up beside me pointing to this tallboy dresser and I opened the drawer and opened it and my Mom's rings were right there in a bag with alot of other special jewelry of her Mom's. It was not three seconds after I got the phone call that I found her rings and I had torn the house apart looking for them before. I really felt like it was my Mom and it was such a good feeling. I will never ever forget it.