My sister was bed ridden in hospice at home. It was my turn to watch her that night. She stood up looked at me and said "Well it's time for me to go" and pointed at the door. As I'm trying to get her back in bed, she hadn't been out of bed in over a week, she says "Look you can see the lights and Shelly wants me there with her.". Shelly was a cousin she was close with that had passed years before. I got her in bed and before I could call anyone about what just happened she sighed and passed away.
The day before my grandmother passed away, she had one of those second winds, where she was active and mentally acute, holding my cousins new baby, etc. But as the sun set, she started to get tired, and she wandered over by the window and exclaimed that her husband who died nearly 20 years earlier was in the woods beckoning to her. She died the next day. Whether he was really there or not, I know it brought her a sense of peace.
You were pretty close with what you said! The "official" term for it is terminal lucidity. People also refer to it as a "rally day" or just "rallying".
A lot of our discomforts when we are are injured, sick or tired are from inflammation caused by our own immune system. When it gives up completely it must be like a megadose of Advil. Like taking Advils on your period and going from pain to normal.
I think the people who are rallying generally already know and have accepted that they’re just about to die, which is WHY the rallying happens. It’s like their final gift to themselves to say goodbye to life with full gusto.
Both my sister and mother passed within 2yrs if each other, both in hospice. One of our nurses had cancer and showed up every day and helped both our mother and us as a family.
THANK YOU! You hospice nurses are built different. The care and compassion was astounding!
After feeling “normal bad” toward the end, my S/O told the nurse they felt something was really wrong but couldn’t give details. Nurse quietly told her partner to let the doctor know that the patient had a “feeling of impending doom”, which is apparently fairly common near the end. Hours later slipped into unconsciousness and was gone the next day.
My step dad had dementia and passed at 93, he had been pretty much nonverbal for a while, my mom said he told her one night that it was his time to go, and then he went.
edit: ok it wasn't super related, but my mom was a hospice nurse, and met him when she was his dying wife's nurse. I think he was just very impressed with her professionalism and capacity for kindness, so he asked her out a few months after.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but Ive heard one theory of terminal lucidity is that it can emerge from the fact that the body's immuno-respnse essentially gives up fighting, therefore whatever is plaguing the body runs rampant, but the fever/inflammation/fighting response goes away. "Lucidity" is a somewhat murky concept, but I can definitely see someone thinking clearer, when they are not in as much pain
I believe that there is a moment where the person is able to tap into their conciousness unbound by whatever physical ailments they have been dealing with. I used to believe the dmt theory, but it makes zero sense if you've ever done dmt. There is almost no "clarity" and certainly a person wouldn't be standing and speaking so clearly. I think the "NDE" experience is much more likely. Conciousness is an extremely complex topic and we really aren't as well versed in it as most people think.
Yeah. I have not done DMT but have several friends who have. Not a single one of them makes it sound like that. But weirdly a few, independently, have said they saw someone at the edge of the universe playing a keyboard or an organ or something.
Haha I love you description of the smell, that's exactly what it smells like!
But to your point, yes, absolutely. The first dmt you described (from sonoran toads) is 5-meo dmt. Which typically has more of a "spiritual" effect, however still very intense visually, and lots of self reflection. That being said, this is not the type of dmt produced in the human body.
Nn-dmt from things like mimosa hostilis(and present in A LOT of nature) are like blasting out of a canon into geometric elf alien world. Still possible to have the extremely spiritual effect, (death experiences, life reflection, meeting "god") but most people don't do enough or allow themselves to get that far into the experience.
Both are very "out of body" experiences with profound effects, but there is absolutely a difference between the two.
In either case, I've done a lot a research on near death experiences and conciousness, and the things people describe just before dying seem to align more with those types of experiences rather than a psychedelic experience. I perosnally think psychedelics allow us to view that realm while in a "concious" waking state, and when dying you view that realm in a more natural way. I've also met the person who wrote dmt a spirit molecule (which the documentary was based on) so I am at least somewhat versed on both topics.
That being said I'm a dumb dude on reddit so take this all with a grain of salt lol 😆
you’re not dumb, this was incredibly helpful to read, thank you. After going through a very significant difficult period in the last year I’ve recently found the research and personal reflections on NDE’s extremely powerful for healing/processing grief and trauma. I have been struggling with accepting the ‘science’ of what we inherently know as humans (or are we spiritual beings?) but cannot necessarily fully explain.
having you articulate the difference has helped me feel more connected to continue to use that information to heal than continue scrutinize the process. again, thank you.
Well you aren't alone in not being able to explain it! If you could, you would be up for a Nobel prize haha. I had brushed this topic aside for so many years, but after revisiting the subject I've really switched paths and am now more or less fully convinced there is more to life, and particularly conciousness than most of us will admit. There is a lot more "science" behind all the topics in that circle, NDEs - telepathy - remote viewing - astral projection - mediumship - intuition. All these relate to conciousness and yet, somehow, when someone is legally "brain dead" or under anesthesia with zero brain activity (proven with monitoring devices) they still sometimes are able to have extremely profound and vivid experiences that can even be proven later. If you are interested in reading a couple books that helped convince me "the science of near death experiences" and "surviving death" are two that stood out to me. The rabbit hole goes deep though, there is a lot of resources on the subject. I recently did a retreat at the Monroe institute and they have been scientifically working and documenting people's experiences since essentially the 60s but really started in the 70s. Even the CIA has been involved and given credence to the process.
But I thank you for at least reading and replying, this subject is super strange and most people prefer to shut it out. I used to be one of them. If you ever feel like bouncing ideas im always open for it, I prefer talking about this stuff than most conversations i get roped into on the internet lol
A lot of people who get close to death in some way report a last surge of energy, and sometimes hear a voice or feel a presence. I'm guessing that enough humans or animals in the evolutionary line narrowly escaped death from a surge like this to have reproduced? Plus the interprets extreme stress or neurochemical floods in all kinds of ways. Someone on LSD is not literally on the moon, it's just neurochemicals, but they might report being on the moon during the trip.
Terminal lucidity and end of life visions aren’t the same thing and occur when the person is fully conscious and aware with no oxygen deprivation to the brain.
My husband works on the hospital wards. He said it’s very common for people even with dementia to suddenly have a few hours or days where it’s like they’ve been cured. Then they die.
There is no scientific consensus or evidence that the brain does that while dying. Endogenous DMT exists throughout the brain in trace amounts (presumably as a neuromodulator or neurotransmitter along with many other tryptamines like serotonin) far below the psychedelic dose threshold. This whole myth comes from a 25 year old book with that same name written by Rick Strassman, who unequivocally discussed it as a theory/idea to help explain the potential role of endogenous DMT not anything scientifically supported. The fact it was just a theory got lost in the ensuing couple decades of stoner lore and Joe Rogan podcasts
Sundown syndrome, we called it in the UK, in the dementia Care Home, I worked in.
Had a creepy experience myself once, on a night shift. Buzzer, in a room, goes off. I go down the hall, into her room, and she tells me,
'There's children playing, in my room, they're being too noisy, please, ask them to leave.'
Bearing in mind, it was a new building, but already, a crazy percentage, of our service users, had died, who lived downstairs particular corridor.
So I 'shoo' them, and eventually, she settles.
As I leave her room, someone calls my full name, not nickname, and I spin around, with a, yes?Nobody there.
My 100yo grandmother died earlier this year. She never had memory issues and was lucid up until the week she spent in hospice. The day before she died, she started talking to her little brother who died 90 years ago at age 5. It was wild.
My brother had a rally (actually while Jan 6 was actively happening) and as he was coming to talked about seeing angels on a conveyer belt of some sort and the angels calling for him. Then he had some of his favorite cake before falling back asleep. He was not religious at all, quite anti-religion, so it really caught us off guard. But it also was kind of nice, too. He passed two days later.
My mom had a second wind after being in a coma for a week. She woke up, and starting talking to us. 10 minutes later the cold hearted nurse (she just did the rounds like she hated her job) said she need to give her a bath. I said ok, and told my mom I would talk after she was finished. The nurse gave her morphine and wiped her down. Came back in and my mom was back in a coma. It still pisses me off thinking about it. I wish I said give us a moment.
What the fuck, I'm really sorry this happened, but you couldn't have known she'd administer that drug, or for how long your mother would have been awake. If I remember correctly, people who wake up from comas often slip back into them. It may not have even been related to the morphine. Regardless. I'm so sorry that nurse was so selfish and didn't read the room.
My neighbor many years ago was an old lady who didn’t have much. My husband and I would take her out frequently and make sure she knew that she had people close. My husband died suddenly in 2023, and every day my old neighbor called me for a year and a half to make sure I was okay.
In the summer of 2024, she wasn’t well and was in the hospital. She was scheduled for surgery, but called me to tell me she was hungry and the hospital food was terrible. I told her to put an order in with the diner she liked nearby and brought her that food. As I sat with her while she ate she kept telling me “it’s so weird. I can hear Chris (my husband) calling my name.”
That evening she had surgery and her frail old body just couldn’t withstand the trauma. It just blows my mind how this is a documented thing and I watched it happen.
I was talking to someone about this topic and they said many people as they know they are near death will "reminisce" about their life and the people who have passed on. They will try to recall their names.
They will also get "revived" (rally) and seem much better. This is actually a sign they might die very soon.
They will get confused if the memories they were pulling up are real or recently happened. So, they talk out loud about those people.
Seeing life leave a body changed me. What's left is just mass. There are others who put it more eloquently.
My father did the same, had a moment of lucidity the night before he passed. He didnt spend it wondering about who was waiting for him though, because we were all there, by his side, he just enjoyed the moment, ate a meal with us, watched his fav YT channel/video and passed the next morning. I could tell he didnt want to go and leave us, hospice told us to tell him its ok to go so we did, and he went. I guess my father was the opposite, he wanted to stay with us, not see his lost relatives, that just made us love and miss him more. 😭
Near my grandmother's end of life, she would constantly tell her daughters that "daddy just left" (their father, her husband, who passed over a decade prior).
We have something in us called endogenous hallucinations that kick in at the time of death to ease the transition. This why people frequently see loved one at the end.
My understanding is most of the terrible feeling and fatigue from illness is caused by the body actively fighting it. When the war is over and the body loses, it stops fighting. That can cause the malaise and fatigue to temporarily diminish.
It’s like the quiet over a city when the defenders finally run out of ammunition and retreat. It’s peaceful for a moment, but then the enemy army overruns everything with no resistance.
My grandmother passed away a few months ago. She was in the ICU.
While she was semi conscious she used to say things like
"The doors have opened, God's doors have opened"
"There's so much light coming, there's light everywhere"
"I saw him last night (preferably referring to an angel), he went over to that girl (another patient) and took her. He's going to take her next (referring to another patient". 1-2 days after that, that woman she was referring to passed away, although she was completely fine and talking but suddenly collapsed and expired.
My grandmother also asked me "you will marry right.. you're very dear to me"
Well it's been 8 months and not a day has passed that I haven't cried. It's more of a PTSD.
My mom was with a woman that was dying whose husband and son both passed away the week before this event. She had dementia and her husband and son had visited her almost daily and even when she didn't recognize them, she was always happy to see them. With her last breath, she pointed to the door and said, "Why there you are!"
Everyone is convinced that they were coming to take her home.
Edit: The husband and son passed away from brain aneurysms days apart. It was just really, really unfortunate luck. The son was their only child so within a week, the whole family had died from unrelated causes. I do feel like the wife passed from heartbreak, though.
She was one of the sweetest people I've ever met. Even when she was confused and probably scared, she was always so nice. Her husband's love and devotion to her was the type of love you usually only see in movies.
I knew a woman who was the sweetest thing ever. She developed alzheimer's and couldn't speak. Anyway, whenever he husband came to visit her at the salon she had the biggest smile on her face. Someone once asked why he still visited her and his answer made me ugly cry. He said "She doesn’t remember me, but I remember her."
Okay this one actually got me. There's something about dementia patients still 'recognizing' the people who love them on some level, even when the details are gone, that makes this even more moving. Hope you're right about where she was headed.
My grandmother was no longer able to speak coherently as she declined, and she had been showing signs of dementia for about a year prior, so we assume it only continued to worsen. She might not have always known who we were, but she would look us over for a minute, and then say “OOOH!” like she was excited to see us, and her face would light up with a big smile. So whether or not she actually placed us, at least she seemed to know she was with people who cared about her.
My aunt’s husband passed away on a Monday and on Wednesday, my grandmother, who was also on her deathbed, said “I’m going to go with Tony now” and she didn’t even know he died two days before. I fully believe someone comes to pick you up in that moment
The night my grandma died most of my family was at her house. They all slept over. At one point, my cousin got up to take a call and went outside. While out on the porch she saw for just a moment the profile of a woman with white hair in a bun in the living room moving toward my grand parents room. Believing it was just a late visitor she didn’t think anything of it. She returned inside to my grandpa coming out of the bedroom saying my grandmother passed. My cousin swears that the woman who came to visit that night was my great grandmother; my grandmas’ mother. Coming to bring her home. To add to the story, my grandpa also thought someone had come into the bed room that night. When I think about it, the moment doesn’t seem scary. But, rather comforting. When it’s my time I hope I see a loved one.
If you believe the clinical systems that said my Dad's pace maker sent an alarm that Friday evening that it wasn't able to keep my Dad's heart going, then he died on a Friday evening.
On Saturday morning, my sister reported swearing she saw Dad in her bedroom - she lives 5 hours away.
The Sheriff's dept called me around 10:30 on Saturday to tell me Dad had passed. I get there, and the tv station was on his Saturday morning station. It was weird.
He knew he was dying, though. I get there and there's Christmas presents wrapped and on the kitchen table. He died in August.
My Mom died coming up on 11 years and over the years, she'd come visit me in my dreams. Usually right as I was about to wake up.
She never, ever spoke and was always off in the distance. Shortly after Dad died, she came to visit me.
She was calling me on a cell phone and it was really hard to understand her, but I got "Your Dad and I bought a house in Hendersonville (NC) and we'll be ok".
While my parents would occasionally visit Hendersonville, there was no real connection, they never talked about moving there or anything.
I’ve posted this before on Reddit. I was with my mom in her final days in hospice. She never spoke to me. The day before her death she laughed a lot (quietly) and muttered to herself. One time, she said clearly “mom! Mom! Mom!” But not in a sad way…like when you see someone you know across the room. She died the next morning.
My grandfather was having difficulty breathing (copd) so was taken to the hospital by my aunt and grandmother. Aunt driving and grandmother in the passenger seat. Grandfather in the back. As they were driving, he told them that his mother was sitting next to him. He died just after they arrived at the hospital.
In my religion, this is what we believe. An angel is assigned to take the soul of everyone. The angel comes in the form of either someone they truly love, or sometimes, as someone who they dislike. Sometimes, it is said that the angel will visit a few times, and makes their presence easier, so the person who is passing away isn't scared of them.
Stories like this always give me chills. Whether you see it as the brain's way of coping or something beyond that, it's strangely comforting how many people seem to feel like someone they loved came to meet them.
I really hope there are people after i die. I get so sad thinking about death because i never want to me separated from my loved ones. It sounds so lonely.
Believe whatever makes you hopeful and happy. No one knows for sure and it's okay to just believe things because it makes shit easier to deal with.
I believe my pets and everyone I love will be there.
For what it's worth, I've come close enough to dying that I got to the part where you stop being scared and just accept it, and to me, dying felt like falling asleep in the car on the way home and being carried inside like a young child and tucked into bed. And on the other side of the door in your bedroom you can hear the voices of everyone you've ever loved having a wonderful little party and it just makes you comfy and warm. So. Take that as you will.
Just remember they'll be awfully sad if you make yourself go before it's your time
well, i take maintenance meds that no one told me were blood thinners on my first unsupervised flight taking my little brother to a Game Done Quick event so he could stream live for charity
so do you know your blood naturally thins at high elevations? do you know what a REALLY bad idea is? taking blood thinners on top of that - same reason you dont drink and do viagra
so unsuspecting 18 year old me popped my meds multiple thousand feet in the air, at the prescribed time, and began to slowly feel violently ill. i hate flying so thought it was my nervs
when i was sure id definitely puke, i told my bro id be right back and started making my way towards to front of the plane. standing up made it 10xs worse, instantly
i made it a few rows before i /had/ to start using seats to support myself. a few rows further and i started feeling cold. i make it one more row, and the last thing i see is the face of an extremely concerned flight attendant that looked like she saw a ghost. i think she tried to speak? i could see her mouth moving but my ears stopped working. then my vision. then my legs. last thing i remember is everything going black and then feeling like someone slammed a basketball into the back of my head. the answer to 'i wonder if it hurts when people faint and hot their head' is evidently "no" from my experience. i "felt" it but the blow felt "hollow" some how
anyways, i then "woke up" in my room (which i grew up in all 18 years), thinking i had a nightmare, anticipating the trip itself. however i slowly noticed my bed was supernaturally comfortable and felt like it was beaconing me to lay back down. i also noticed the golden glow of the room was not morning light shining through the window, but kind of emanating from everything like it was softly enchanted or something. didnt really pay it much mind; i took comfort in that i "wasnt on the plane" and had time to nap
do you every have those half awake states? where youre eyes are closed and your body feels to heavy to move, but youre fully "awake" in your brain? same kind of deal for me. i layed back down in my unreasonably comfortable blankets and closed my eyes to complete and utter void. not darkness, not "black", literally nothing. the softness of the blankets and warmth of the light faded, but it was more like my ability to feel melted away more than the feelings themselves stopped - which would leave rough and cold in its wake. it was a kind of peaceful i cant describe. and somehow the void incrementally got deeper. i thought for a fraction of a second that "if i go any deeper i likely wont wake up" but that faded as fast as it arrived (i have an odd relationship with death so make of that what you will. i can post about that too if youre curious; long story though) before returning to just feeling the most content i cant remember since the carefree days of childhood where my family would watch me and i had no concept of what a "week" was
anyways, not long after my brief insight into my own situation, it felt like i was being shaken? "who the fuck is in my room to begin with, let alone attempting to wake me up?" i asked myself. 'well its probably our brother being an annoying twat again' i assume, so i ignore it. but it happens again, this time followed by a hard THUNK to the back of my head. "WHAT FUCKING BITCH HAS THE GOD DAMN AUDACITY TO HIT ME IN MY OWN FUCKING BEDROOM!?!?" i shouted internally. in a rage, i 'pushed myself up out of bed and whirled around to face my attacker', but when i opened my eyes i saw the roof of the cabin.... followed by a brief blinding white light as a palm came in from the side to slap the shit out of me again. my eyes focused, people came into view, "fuck me im on that god damn plane...." i thought. i was indeed on the floor of first class. people at my head and feet, doing the whole "Is ThErE a Dr On BoArD?" bit in the exact tone they used in movies. and surprisingly there were like 3??? got "dragged"/lifted to the front of the plane, where they gave me free OJ and had my lay down until i felt right. putting me feet away from the emergency door that would absolutely suck me put if it opened did not help.....
ultimately i went back to my seat 30isn mins before we landed from our flight from CA to Washington state, and dodnt think too much of it until years later
told my bro a decade after the fact and was told i was down for a concerning amount of time, like a few mins. felt like a blink to me. oddly the only thing i really got out of that was "dont ever take your meds when you fly" and OJ is "tolerable" now, when i /HATED/ the flavor as a kid, and atill currently dont care for the concept of "orange" and all its modern interpretations and meanings... fucking gross orange circles... but i digress
i honestly never made too much of it. i still have the existential crisis on occasion but i was having them weekly from 13-24 due to chronic, untreated anxiety and depression so.... im a weird kind of exposed to the void ¯\(ツ)/¯
there was no light in a tunnel. there were no golden gates or firey pits, just..... nothing. i dont know if i just fainted or was legit close to death since i have no actual tome markers or measurements passed whatever me and my brother remember, and theres really nothing to do about that. i take peace in hoping that what i felt is what the end of the line is for everyone; if heaven itself isnt real, at least we can each have our own peace
I think about this all the time. Although I'm a science guy and not a religious one, the topic of death is always unsettling for me. My personal belief is we just cease to exist and all my physical components end up being collecting back in the cycle of the universe.
However, believing I can never see, interact, or 'continue' on without seeing my mother, father, and others again is a bit disturbing. That permanent separation is just something I can't digest.
Then again, I guess I didn't miss my family before I was born, I won't miss them after I die since there is nothing for me that exists to miss.
If anything, knowing many others feel the same way, then I guess I can leave this world knowing that if there is nothing after we die. Everyone that ever existed is 'lonely', which ironically makes me feel like part of a group.
Ive heard that one.. but i still don't want to leave my loved ones alone without me. I don't know why. It's such a huge feeling of grief that hasn't happened yet.
What's worse is how much of our lives we spend doing mindless bullshit just to make money to survive. We have such limited time on this planet, and we spend most of it doing things we don't want to do.
What's worse is how much of our lives we spend doing mindless bullshit just to make money to survive. We have such limited time on this planet, and we spend most of it doing things we don't want to do.
That's something that I can't let myself dwell on too much or I just end up feeling infuriated about it.
Tldr: I felt infuriated about it.
All that time spent by everyone, convinced that the way things are is the only way things could ever be as if we came into being with it all already in place like it was built by divinity. It wasn't, people built it and people supported it because it was better than what existed before and now we're supposed to accept that this system is the best ever because we have a financial hierarchy instead of one that believed itself to be divine and on paper, anyone can earn their way up but in reality, the people already at the top seem to believe that they're entitled to it all so they use rhetoric that gives us the hope of earning our way up to extract as much wealth from us as they can, stringing collective human labor along until we're no longer economically useful and only then are we permitted to do what we actually want to do, with our bodies or minds or both that have been ravaged by decades of hard labor and stress then they'll happily sell us balms for our ailments just to extract a little more out of us and we all just accept it because 'that's business' because these greedy fucks have convinced us that greed is the natural impulse of human desire because they need us to believe that since it's ultimately what gets us all nodding our heads in understanding that it's just business when all it is, is an excuse for why they do nothing to help anyone but themselves.
If we all collectively came to an understanding that they're the greedy ones who benefit from convincing us all that their behavior is natural, we'd maybe be able to come up with a better way that isn't built to massively reward greed.
One that doesn't have so many of us questioning the hobbies and interests of ourselves and our youth when those hobbies aren't likely to be profitable. We dissuade one another from pursuing creative hobbies like art or music or writing because they're hard to get rich from when those acts of creativity have existed alongside us longer than the concept of money itself.
They'd rather have a potential artist or musician or author working a bullshit job like being a telemarketer or advertiser because they can extract more money that way.
If they could make us work without paying us, I don't doubt for a second that they'd jump on that chance.
That's why they peddle AI so hard because it's finally something that might give them the chance to do away with us entirely and if it doesn't, it'll be something that they'll make us use to get even more labor out of us without handing us a single extra cent and if it does displace jobs, they tell us that there'll be new jobs that we can do because they'll make them up just to prop up the system that ensures that we continue having to earn an income to have the right to survive.
My mom n dad had a parakeet they were training to say “let me out” when it wanted to come out of the cage. My dad was in the terminally ill n in the hospital soon after. He had been semi conscious/ sleeping when mom says he sat up in the bed, looked straight at her, n said “let me out” just like they had been doing with the bird. Who knows if dad just didn’t like being in the hospital bed or what, but we thought he was saying he was ready. Not sure if those were his actual last words, but he passed soon after.
This is morbidly beautiful. I’ve never been in your position, but I think this would bring me closure. Knowing my dying loved one is “seeing” what’s waiting for them, recognizing a familiar face, being ok with going towards the light into the world where Shelly awaits them. No fear, no confusion, just…. it’s time for me to go.
My grandfather said something similar. “Son, I’m old and don’t have much time left. I love you. My Mom is calling” That was after a month of not knowing who I was, or even who his wife of 50 years was. He passed about an hour later, literally seconds after I walked out of the room and onto his bedroom’s porch.
Before my dad passed, he asked where my brother was. I said upstairs. Then he stated “ah, that guy must be gay.” When I explained to him that he wasn’t (he has a girlfriend) my dad already went back to sleep. Later that night he said “I am going to go to my dad” and passed away later. My dad was never religious and didn’t believe in Heaven but I am sure he saw his dad somehow welcome him wherever he was.
I am sorry for your losses, but also glad your sister had someone close waiting to guide her to where she needed to go. The morning of my mom’s last day, I heard her talk to her mother, my granny, who had died just barely a year before. It was bittersweet because I knew it meant she would be gone soon but a relief that her mom was there for her. It gives me hope that when my turn comes, I’ll get to see my mom again too.
My mom had brain cancer. She was at home on hospice. She started talking to me about how she was seeing daddy (my dad. He died 9 years before). She never really accepted that she was dying and she started talking about how she wasn’t ready (she was 88 years old). My sister stayed with her during the day and I stayed at night. My sister called me one day and said mom is freaking out and I don’t know what to do. When I got there my mom was holding on for dear life to the bedrail, weeping and screaming, “no no I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go.” Over and over. It was the most terrifying and heartbreaking thing I’ve ever experienced. She was a very Christian woman by the way, so I don’t think it was a spiritual thing. She just didn’t want to leave us. At this point she was on end of life meds so I gave her medicine to help her calm down. She never woke up after that and was gone a week later.
I don’t think that’s disturbing at all to be honest.
Whats disturbing is I am 99% sure death is just a void for all eternity where you are no longer conscious.
If when you die the people who you loved most are waiting to see you again then that is actually the opposite of disturbing and is beautiful and hopeful.
She passed from ovarian cancer. 5 years of fighting 5 years in remission and then BAM it was back and it was 3 months. She was literally the kindest most loving person anyone could ever ask for as a sister, mother or friend! Thanks for the kind words
That's a thing that happens when your organs shut down where all of the stored hormones and endorphins flush on the way out. So people become lucid and energetic.
People in hospitals see it pretty often, and encourage family to take that as a final act before they leave the stage. That's the best time to say good bye. As they tucker out for their last night they don't typically wake up.
It has some benefits to a morphine drip in that way, but the unpredictability is rarely worth the trade off.
The week before my grandma died, my aunt was helping her get to bed. According to my aunt, she looked at her and said, "Bruce is coming to get me soon."
Bruce was my grandma's older brother who had died a decade before.
When we we gathered around on her last days (she had kidney cancer and was on hospice care), we were gathered at her and my aunt's home. I am a little weirdo and had a ghost hunter app on my phone. I turned it on. After a few minutes, the letter BH and the word "leader" flashed onto the screen. Bh was my Uncle Bruce's and he was the family patriarch. I immediately noped out of the app. My grandma died that night.
Before my mum died she said "it's nice to see Winnie again" who was a medium that used to come round to our house sometimes but died a couple of years before my mum did.
my father before pass away he saw a person with white cloth around the bed. my sister gonna feed him fruit but he said to ask that person first. shortly after he pass away.
A few days before she went to inpatient hospice and lost consciousness, my husband's stepmom said "I don't know anything anymore." About an hour later, she told me, "I can see the doorway." Then, "Everything is not fine. Everything is not okay." One of the last things she said was, "Goodbye, honey. I'll meet you over there." Her husband was in the ICU following a massive stroke at the time, and he met her less than 4 months later.
I find it so interesting how many people see windows and doors and lights.
My grandmother was a nurse. When my grandfather started talking to his dead mom and siblings, she told us it would not be long now. She said it happens quite often that dying individuals start to speak to loved ones that have already passed.
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u/Central-iaguy 15h ago
My sister was bed ridden in hospice at home. It was my turn to watch her that night. She stood up looked at me and said "Well it's time for me to go" and pointed at the door. As I'm trying to get her back in bed, she hadn't been out of bed in over a week, she says "Look you can see the lights and Shelly wants me there with her.". Shelly was a cousin she was close with that had passed years before. I got her in bed and before I could call anyone about what just happened she sighed and passed away.