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    Quote from jhenry
    I worked for a while in a residential hospice facility...often, before one of our residents would die, many of the staff nurses would see a little child (sometimes boy, sometimes girl) playing in the hallway. The timing was never consistent...sometimes it would be minutes before a death, sometimes it would be hours or days, but always a death would follow. Seeing the child never was really scary..except that you knew it was something freaky. The whole place has a peaceful feel..not scary usually. Often, patients would speak about angels at their side. Once we had a nun as a patient and when she died we heard singing...checked all the rooms for a choir on tv and found nothing to explain the singing.
    Not really a ghost story, and not really a story about nurses, but ...

    I saw an incredible psychic for many years until he crossed over last year -- first and only one I ever saw; it was a birthday gift to me back in the late nineties. He was incredible. Anyway, I was talking to him about my guilt, having to put my father's wife in a Long Term Nursing Facility. She was a major sunsetter/wanderer, and it had reached the point where she had to locked in (how I hate that word!) for her own good.

    My psychic was asking questions about her earlier life and I had to admit that I really didn't know very much about her -- I was an adult when my father married her, and she was always very remote; I don't remember her ever sharing any aspect of her life with any of us kids.

    And my father, may he rest in peace, was a terribly difficult man to live with. I told my psychic that I did not believe she had a pleasant or peaceful life; my father told me several times that she had abandoned her first husband and two sons for another man; he never said this without adding that he would not have married her had he known she abandoned her children. He felt very strongly about that, but if he told me so willingly, I'm sure he threw it up to her as well, which makes me sad.

    Especially, since I found out when cleaning out their house that she was married, and presumably pregnant, at age 14 or 15. I strongly suspect abuse, but, of course, she never mentioned it. She had no contact at all, ever, with her older son, and her younger committed suicide about the time she developed Alzheimer's Disease.

    And my sister and I were shocked beyond belief to find that she had a daughter (she loved baby girls, was more or less indifferent to my sister and my sons, both of whom were born shortly after she married my father). Her daughter died as an infant and apparently -- I do not recall now how I know; I think her niece may told me the one time she called after hearing my stepmother might have an inheritance -- but her second husband was horribly abusive toward her. I don't know if he was involved in the death of the baby girl, if it were SIDS, or what. He apparently had a lot of clout and money for his area. I believe he owned a car dealership or two.

    So .. such a tragic life. As I said, my father would never be physically abusive but he could be very difficult to get along with. She was an incredibly good wife to him.

    My psychic listened silently (more like a psychologist!), and suddenly interrupted me, saying "there are so many people waiting for her on the other side!" He sounded really excited about it and went on to say, "They are going to celebrate her when she comes over, they are going to have a party and they are going to sing and sing and sing! They will sing for her until she knows nothing but pure happiness!"

    He had been right about so many things that it really made me feel better, although I have to admit that I wondered if he was just trying to comfort me. Anyway, I would try to go see her at lunchtime several times a week (I drove my father to see her each weekend, but it was a rather long drive to pick him up, take him there and drive him home, whereas, I could dash out to her nursing home at lunch and spend a half an hour just making sure she knew I was there for her). I actually forgot about what my psychic said.

    Then, several months later, I went to see her at lunch and she was sleeping. I whispered her name a couple of times to see if she was dozing or really sleeping, and then sat next to her for awhile. After a bit, she opened her eyes. She seemed so far away, as though she were somewhere else. I whispered hello, and asked if she was still tired and wanted to go back to sleep. She still seemed to be in a faraway place, staring at the ceiling, and after a couple minutes, she murmured, "there was a man singing all night long." I made a noncommittal reply, and she said, "he just sang all night. I didn't sleep once all night long." Well, that upset me! I asked her, "he kept you awake? Didn't anyone stop him so you could sleep?" She didn't even hear me. Still staring at the ceiling, still seeming almost unaware of my presence, she whispered, "It was the most beautiful thing I ever heard in my whole life."

    I had completely forgotten what my psychic said, and I didn't remember until I got back to work and then I just got the chills. She lived another four years, steadily getting worse, and when she died, all I could imagine was the choir of voices awaiting her. She had heard a bit of the angel's choir while she was still semi-lucid and it comforted me to no end to think that this woman with her unbearably tragic life was being serenaded from a world that was really so very cruel to her.

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