What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story? - page 216

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  1. by   NuGuyNurse2b
    Quote from DefmamaNurse
    Resident who was on hospice rang one night. I answered her call light. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and when I walked in, she looked at me and point blank said.

    " I'm supposed to tell you 'Thank You." from this group of people here."

    Me: " Oh...that's nice. Is it for me in particular or the CNA?" (It was me and one other working that night.)

    "Yes you. They said tell the Deaf one that we say 'Thank you.' "

    Me: (flustered) " Well....okay. You're Welcome." (cough)
    That gave me goose bumps.

    I was in a patient's room the other night and for a split second I swore I saw a person standing in the corner, patient gown and everything. I kept calm but I was definitely checking my sanity.
  2. by   VivaLasViejas
    Years ago when I was working nights at a LTC facility, there was a resident who was a former nurse and she used to make rounds with me. She was still hale and hearty at 100, and she had so many stories! But one night as she followed me on my rounds, she began to talk about her children, all of whom had predeceased her, and mentioned that she had seen them recently; knowing her to be of sound mind, I got a UA just in case a UTI was making her loopy.

    She didn't have one. But she continued to talk about the conversations she was having with her oldest daughter, and finally one night she called out to me from her room: "Look, here she comes...she's coming for me!" Her voice was full of joy. Then, silence.

    I ran to her room and there she was, dead. She had the most amazing smile on her face, though, and I could feel a presence in the room as if someone had really been there. Maybe they were...who knows? All I know is that she was happy as she passed away. I'll never forget it.
  3. by   Ruby Vee
    Quote from VivaLasViejas
    Years ago when I was working nights at a LTC facility, there was a resident who was a former nurse and she used to make rounds with me. She was still hale and hearty at 100, and she had so many stories! But one night as she followed me on my rounds, she began to talk about her children, all of whom had predeceased her, and mentioned that she had seen them recently; knowing her to be of sound mind, I got a UA just in case a UTI was making her loopy.

    She didn't have one. But she continued to talk about the conversations she was having with her oldest daughter, and finally one night she called out to me from her room: "Look, here she comes...she's coming for me!" Her voice was full of joy. Then, silence.

    I ran to her room and there she was, dead. She had the most amazing smile on her face, though, and I could feel a presence in the room as if someone had really been there. Maybe they were...who knows? All I know is that she was happy as she passed away. I'll never forget it.
    That's a beautiful story!
  4. by   Ruby Vee
    I'm admittedly bumping the thread in hopes of getting to 200 pages, but nevertheless . . .

    My mother passed nearly two years ago after a long struggle with Alzheimer's. Her dying was a huge relief to me, as I'm sure any child of an Alzheimer's patient can understand even if not agree. Once she was gone, I realized that I could stop thinking of her as she was in the year or two before her death, but remember her as she was before the disease stole all of her memories.

    At the funeral, Mom didn't look like herself in the casket. She didn't look like the woman she had been before Alzheimer's, she didn't look like she did just prior to her death. She didn't look like anyone I knew. I was having a hard time with that, kinda wondering in the back of my mind if they had the right body or something. The minister of her long-time church was new and didn't know my mother, had never met me. That wasn't helpful. Just before the service was to start, the funeral director ushered my the immediate family into the "executive meeting room", a room where my mother had frequently attended meetings in her various roles as church elder, church secretary, president of the ladies circle, etc. For just a moment, as we walked into the room, I saw Mother seated at the head of the table, preparing to call a meeting to order. I quickly looked around to see if anyone else had seen what I saw. Clearly, none of my family had, but the funeral director caught my eye and nodded.

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