Northwind
Stationary nomad.
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Her
I listened to that program yesterday. It was very interesting. I was surprised by the 50% and 75% numbers. While the woman was unable to fully believe the reason for the experiences she heard, she also could not dismiss them.
When my mother died, my nephews were about 3 and 5. They stayed at a neighbour's when we were at the hospital. When we got back, the neighbour asked what time my mother had died. At the time she died, the five year old had a weird interruption to his sleep that the neighbour didn't think was a dream or similar "typical" experience. We all decided she had stopped by to say goodbye to them. As she was dying, she spoke some what to us sounded like jibberish. The minister came by shortly afterwards and asked who in our family had died last. It was my grandmother, my mother's mother. The minister grew up in the Caribbean (I think) and told us his culture believed that the last person who died came to greet the dying. That seemed plausible. It was nice to think that was a possibility.
I did a two day, 60km walk in 2011. The last one or two kilometres were wicked and I really had to push myself. It felt like my mother was there supporting me. Even if it was some kind of hallucination, the presence was comforting.
When my mother died, my nephews were about 3 and 5. They stayed at a neighbour's when we were at the hospital. When we got back, the neighbour asked what time my mother had died. At the time she died, the five year old had a weird interruption to his sleep that the neighbour didn't think was a dream or similar "typical" experience. We all decided she had stopped by to say goodbye to them. As she was dying, she spoke some what to us sounded like jibberish. The minister came by shortly afterwards and asked who in our family had died last. It was my grandmother, my mother's mother. The minister grew up in the Caribbean (I think) and told us his culture believed that the last person who died came to greet the dying. That seemed plausible. It was nice to think that was a possibility.
I did a two day, 60km walk in 2011. The last one or two kilometres were wicked and I really had to push myself. It felt like my mother was there supporting me. Even if it was some kind of hallucination, the presence was comforting.