Death stories?

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Weird, bizarre, peaceful or totally memorable occasions that you observed death, any stories?

I don't mean to be morbid or anything but I am looking for ways to improve our service in the ICU and put togheter a folder and info. system to help our dear patients.

I'll tell you my last experience soon, got to get over it first!

Thanks!

My dad died last September.I was with him holding his hand .Then i felt the coldest wind I have ever felt blow through.He was in the hospital. H e started changeing colors at this time I told my family he would be gone at midnite.He was.Does this always happehd when someone dies with the cold wind?

nurse430+yrs wrote:

You father was fortunate to have you with him as he passed on; Changing colors is normal; when you are close to a person you have a sense of the timing of things (that is your intuitive spirit)--that's why you were able note the predicted time of death; Re: the cold wind; Sometimes it is a cold wind, sometimes a cool breeze, sometimes a warm ocean like breeze.--the significance of each we do not know. Maybe the cold wind was in response to your lose. Maybe it was because after the winter comes the spring...who knows. What season was the most significant to your father? What type of work did he do? .... Thank you for sharing you story and being with your father at his time of transition.:redbeathe

A second recommendation to read Final Gifts by Callanan and Kelley. Amazing book. It helped me and my family make sense of my Dad's death because we were prepared for the possibility of 'nearing death awareness.'

Dad spent about 36 hrs "preparing for a trip". He was bedridden but pantomimed putting the luggage rack on the car, checking the headlights and brakes...all the things he always did before we took a road trip. During this time he started conversing with friends and family long since dead, but eventually he went to a "banquet" where a "Man in a big white chair" was making sure everyone was having a good time. He would go from our world to the banquet and back again, very peacefully and effortlessly. He was a devout Christian, and we remembered the 23rd Psalm "Thou preparest a table before me..."

I found the earlier interpretations of near death awareness being demonic as questionable, given my personal experience. "Judge not" my friends, until you have witnessed something like this you can't really make such a blanket judgement. My fundamentalist siblings never thought Dad was being "seduced by Satan." I have no doubt that my Dad was dining with God that night.

nurse430+years

Thank you for sharing your story. What a wonderful testimony to life of your father. A server...in life and in death.

I agree with what you say about "near death awareness begin demonic as "questionable"....Judge not is very important. There was only one death that I felt was NOT a peaceful death---I was young and new to nursing and one man who was an alcoholic was dying...he was being given meds to control the withdrawals from alcohol but yet he was still seeing demons carrying him away..he was dying by himself in a hospital with no family members present (or who had ever visited him)......I was a young nurse, young in my development of my own spirituality and didn't know how to help him. However, part of me firmly believed..that even though demons were trying to carry him away, I believed that at the edge of death God/Christ/Universe/Eternal love would still visit him and welcome him. I knew in my heart it was not for me to judge what his life had been like, the choices he had made, but that it was important to give grace.

Thank you again. :saint:

Wow interesting thread! I too have had so many experiences that it is hard to narrow it down. They have went from scary (a little woman pleading for me not to leave her because three men were there to take her, she died 8 minutes later) to very peacefull. Although the scariest story I have ever heard, was long before I was a nurse. My aunt was the farthest thing from religious as you could ever imagine. She would say she believed in God, but just didn't give a d#@n about him! As she lay dying in the hospital she related the story that the old man across the hall died last night. Upon further questioning she related that no one had told her this but about 3 in the morning three men in black came to get him and he didn't want to go. A couple days later she related the woman down the hall had passed, three white figures came for her and she wanted to go. She related the three black figures came into her room and just looked at her and she knew she was next. She was. I do not know how much I think is 100% true in these cases, but there are enough of them that I do beleive that somehow the "other side" is close enough to veiw to people that are close to going to it. Has anyone else experienced the "death in 3's"? If not, it is regularly said around where I work that deaths always happen in "3's" and also the "3 little boys"? It is often considered important enough to pass on to the next shift if any of the pts. have reported seeing "3 little boys/kids"?

I haven't heard of the 3men/boys but I have patients in a nursing home that report of a little boy that visits as the clients are near death. It is amazing how they all describe him exactly the same way. We are talking about patients with a hsitory of Dementia. There is some story about an Indian Reservation nearby and the little boy walks around asking for food. The patients will keep food at the bedside for his return. They say they are not scared and actually have a smile when they talk about him. The staff report that the automatic front door will open periodically without anyone nearby.

I have spoken to a daughter about the otherside and how it can be hard to understand if you don't believe. She told me her son was coming in from England that night and was unsure to tell her mother. The next day she sat at her mothers bedside while her mother raised her hand to the ceiling. She thought maybe her Mom was seeing someone and felt this was the time to tell her the grandson was flying home...but he missed the flight...the mother turned to her and said...."I know".

When the grandson arrived...she died that night.

Specializes in Hospice, Palliative Care, Gero, dementia.

OK, I know most of these stories are of the moving/sweet/awe inspiring kind, but I want to share a funny story.

We had a pt with metastatic breast CA. Bone and brain mets. She had been on our in-pt hospice/palliative care unit a few times: for rehab after a pathological fracture, for another complication. This time, she was here to die.

A dear friend (and one tough cookie) spent most of the time with her -- slept in the room, kept her company, kept her spirits up, etc.

One night, in the wee hours of the morning, C wakes up and says to her friend (understand, C was a lesbian, but she and R had never been lovers) "I want to make love RIGHT NOW!" R's response? "Now C, you know neither of us are morning people."

Ah, the healing power of laughter, even in the roughest of times.:chuckle

Specializes in Hospice, Palliative Care, OB/GYN, Peds,.

These stories are very interesting and I appreciate your sharing with us. I have been a Hospice nurse for 8 years and have many stories, but there was one story that was very different. I was called by the PCC to go attend the death of a patient since his nurse was off that day. When I arrived I assessed him and made the necessary calls and then his wife and their son told me this story. The son had come into the father's room in the morning and found him to be awake and wanting to talk. The son said " I'm glad you're still with us, you were so near to death yesterday". The patient said "I left yesterday but I had some things I need to tell you". He asked his son to get a paper and pencil and to write down everything he told him. The man proceded to tell him that he wanted the funeral to be held on Sunday ( this was on a Friday), told him what he wanted to be buried in, who he wanted to perform the ceremony, etc. THen he asked his son if he had written all of that down, the son replied yes and the man died. Both the son and wife confirmed the story, but I thought it was the strangest in my years of Hospice.:confused:

Specializes in ICU.

the morning she died, my mother in law had the family priest come pray to st. theresa to let her die. ( there is a story that st theresa lets you know she has heard your prayer by sending roses in some way) quote]

the day my father died, he was given the sacrament and the priest left. i was praying by the bedside when i had the strangest feeling that my grandmother was there with us, although she had died years before. i got up, laid on the bed beside dad and put my crucifix in his hands and carried on praying. i told him that it was ok, that gran had come to take him home...he died very shortly afterwards, peacefully and without sign of pain or distress. i later received three sympathy cards with these words...

the rose beyond the wall

near a shady wall a rose once grew,

budded and blossomed in god's free light,

watered and fed by the morning dew,

shedding it's sweetness day and night.

as it grew and blossomed fair and tall,

slowly rising to loftier height,

it came to a crevice in the wall

through which there shone a beam of light.

onward it crept with added strength

with never a thought of fear or pride,

it followed the light through the crevice's length

and unfolded itself on the other side.

the light, the dew, the broadening view

were found the same as they were before,

and it lost itself in beauties new,

breathing it's fragrance more and more.

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shall claim of death cause us to grieve

and make our courage faint and fall?

nay! let us faith and hope receive--

the rose still grows beyond the wall,

scattering fragrance far and wide

just as it did in days of yore,

just as it did on the other side,

just as it will forevermore.

~ a. l. frink

perhaps these were the roses from st theresa?

That's a beautiful poem and a lovely personal story. Thanks for sharing it.

Im currently an STNA in Ohio and a couple months ago, my great grandmother passed away. This was right before I got my first job. The nursing staff and doctors told us we had about 2 days with her and she would probably pass, so a few of the grandkids and others stayed with her and helped her and so fourth. When grandma was healthy years ago, she ALWAYS was trying to feed the family. Anytime family came to her house, she wanted to feed them. She loved to make homemade noodles, and fry hamburgers, make soups... etc. She just loved making everyone stuffed. Well even in the nursing home, she wanted to feed us. Needless to say, she was a bit "out of it" with all the meds, but it was kindof comical. She would ask my uncle to "go get some hamburger so she could fry some hamburgers for everyone". We all told her we "already ate" so she wouldnt worry about us, but she INSISTED we go get some food. She even wanted my uncle to get her purse so she could give him some money for the hamburger. Then she insisted that we get her purse so that we could make a donation to the LTC facility! She was just sooo sweet. She wanted to make her donation and "get out of there". She wanted to go home, but she wanted to make sure the nursing home was payed first. I think "home" meant more than "home" at that point. Im now working at that same nursing home, and I cant wait to "donate" my love to those like her... :D

My father was diagnosed in April with lung CA with mets to the bone. By the end of May he started to complain of the pain (I think that the pain was present for quite some time but never complained (which was very rare for him)). He went into the hospital on May 24 and he passed on June 17. The day before he passed he was brought into hospice and was on a steady dosage of morphine. He was totally out of it (glassy stare) but that first night he woke up and spoke to my sister. He told her that he loved her and asked for something to drink. He told me a couple of days before this that he loved me. He always had a love/hate relationship with my mother. I think that deep down he blamed my mother for his financial problems (she may have been a component but he was an equal partner). During this time my mother was very attentive but at times she took the bulk of his aggressive behavior. I do not think that during this time he ever told my mother that he loved her. I do believe that he loved her but I think that he believed that she put him in the hospital/rehab and he did not want to be there.

By the next day the glassy stare was back and his breathing was better during the day. When I went back that night his breathing was very labored. My sister left the room to talk to her son. My mother and I were talking when she jumped up and said he stopped breathing. By the time I looked up he was breathing again. When it happened again I went and got the nurse who said that it was normal since he was at the end. My mother and I were holding his hands when it happened again. At this point my mother went to get my sister. Every time his breathing stopped we held out breathe. After a couple of minutes I went to see my nephew (less than 10 minutes). When I went back he had passed.

It was very peaceful - the nurse gave us time to spend with him after he passed. We were so glad that we were there since our biggest fear was getting the call at night. It happened so fast - less than 2 months after diagnosis and 3 weeks after he started to go downhill.

Specializes in Pediatrics.

I'm not a hospice nurse, but I worked in a unit that often had to deal with end of life issues.

One 12-year-old boy had been in the hospital for WEEKS. He was waiting for a liver transplant, and was high on the list since he was going into liver failure. He and his family were a joy to have and his parents spoiled him rotten during the hospital stay, though they were having difficulty realizing that he might die before he got a transplant. His Mom was constantly saying positive things like, "Today is going to be the day you get your transplant." She was desperately trying not to give up hope.

Eventually it came a time to discuss a DNR. He was in organ failure, and even too sick to survive the operation. Though the parents refused to give up hope, you could tell the boy knew he was going to die.

The last night I had him as a pt. I had walked into the room and saw the mom crying by his bed, and he was asleep. Before I could begin talking to her she told me her son had woken up and said to her, "Mom, I am not going to get a new liver. You need to let me go. I'll be OK."

He died 4 hours later.

Specializes in LTC, wound care.

bumping an excellent thread.

Specializes in Ltc, Hospice, Spinal Cord.

My mother was a hospice pt. One day she told me that; "it would be over in 5 days"... she died 5 days later.

One of my pts in the hospital had lung ca. He had a trach in and couldn't speak or hardly move, so communication was difficult. When he was conscious he always looked frightened and worried. One day I went to check on him and he was looking up at the ceiling back and forth like he was trailing something and grinning. He seemed happy and relaxed. I had never seen him look that way before. You guessed it... shortly after he died.

My scientific mind tells me that there are chemical changes going on in our brains at the time of death than can alter thought processes. But my spiritual mind tells me there is also something more.

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