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| Diane B Carter |
Posted - Sep 17 2009 : 5:39:05 PM
My dad passed away on Sept.4th. He was 87 and lived a good life until 4 months before he found out he bladder cancer. I have been fortunate in the fact that I have been close to a lot of people prior to their passing. Artie, was my first, I really didn't feel like dealing with him that day as he always tried to scratch and spit on anyone who came near so that day I made my rounds in the opposite direction, Artie was my last stop, I went up to him and he smiled, I changed him and washed him up and he kept smiling, I took his vitals and heard one then two heart beats and Artie was gone.
I sat with my BF's brother who was dying and for weeks he could not move, on his last night he sat up in bed unaided. He kept looking at the corner and I didn't feel like I could after almost a minute he layed down with a big smile he was gone the next day.
His mom who died years later asked me if I saw the cowboy in the corner, I said no but that I belived when she recongized the cowboy she would go with him and be happy.
My dad had lost his mom when he was 7. He had asked my mom a few times if she knew who the beautiful lady was that was sitting next to him, she said no.I think it may of been his mom. I asked him if he saw Joh Wassink, a good neighbor and long time friend who had passed away years ago he said yes, I asked him if he saw Dick Schultz his lifelong friend who also passed away years ago, he said no not yet, it sounded like he expected to. The last two nights of my dads life he would wake up saying it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful. I woke up at 1 pm to give him his medicine and as always I held his hand this time he squeezed my hand and I said I love you too dad then I laid down on the couch and heard him take his last two breaths. He truley is at peace now.
Sooooooo I was wondering if any of you wonderful farm girls have ever had any thing like that happen to you?
Hope all your days are Sunnydays.
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| 4HMom |
Posted - Sep 19 2009 : 9:27:35 PM
This is such an interesting thread. And it brings to mind two occurances that I want to share. First, when my step-brother was in his last days of fighting multiple myeloma (at the age of 36), he was having fitful rests and rarely opened his eyes or said anything. Shortly before he died, he opened his eyes, focused on the far ceiling corner, smiled a little and said, "Hi Grandma" He close his eyes and was gone shortyly thereafter.
The other story is about my gramma, who died at the age of 94...only 2 weeks after her youngest (and last) great-grandchild was born. She never had the chance to meet the baby. When my neice was only a couple of months old, she was in the car seat and was focusing on something just outside the car window and just a "chatting" away as babies do when someone is talking to them. My gramma LOVED babies and wouldn't pass up an opportuntity to interact. To this day, my sister and I are sure that gramma met her newest great-grandbaby that morning.
"Be the change you want to see in the world" -Gandhi |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Sep 19 2009 : 6:15:26 PM
The act of dying is a mysterious thing, and we will not ever figure it out. My uncle, who had not spoken Swedish in their American house since he was a child, spoke nothing but Swedish in the last few days of his life. He died late into his 80's.
I have stories of my mom and dad after their passing, too. No one believes me. But I know that there is so much we do not understand, and are not meant to.
Farmgirl Sister # 31
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| prariehawk |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 9:06:29 PM
I had a surreal experience involving a candle at about the same time that a friend of mine was shot. He died, but I know he's in Heaven and intercedes for me, I can sense his spirit speaking to me. Not audibly, but when I ask him something in prayer, I always get an answer. Sometimes it's rather puzzling, the answer, but I've no doubt that he can hear me and is guiding me. He was a saint, in the truest sense of the word. And he's already worked one miracle for me. i'm sure that he's worked some miracles for others as well.
Cindy
"Dog is my co-pilot"
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| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 09:35:49 AM
YES Diane is very good to her family, she stayed right there with them when they needed her. And Mary Beth I don't know yet how you got through the five years. I just hope if I'm called upon I can be as strong as you two.
Nancy Jo
www.Nancy-Jo.blogspot.com |
| FebruaryViolet |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 09:25:03 AM
I experienced this to, with my Great Aunt. I was with her in her last days of her life, as I was her health care advocate, and, knowing what a difficult relationship she'd had with her mother (a very staunch Primitive Baptist, and abusive to female children), I was taken off guard one evening when I heard her whispering, "I'm coming, momma"...it just about broke my heart. I am hopeful that, on the other side, they have made amends.
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| AmethystRose |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 09:05:31 AM
My grandmother died when I was six. My strongest memory of her is that she would always stop everything to let me handle her little treasures in her china closet and she told me the story of each one. When I took my first pregnancy test thirty five years later, I was afraid. The first thing that I noticed after the positive reading was my china closet next to the window. The light was exceptionally strong that morning. My grandmother popped into my mind, and the thought that everything will be fine, and it's a girl. I held on to that memory two years later when I was on chemo for breast cancer.
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| nut4fabric |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 08:15:26 AM
I have had two different type experiences the first was when my grandfather passed, after coming home from the hospital right after he died a white dove landed in our backyard and stayed there the entire day, the first and only time we ever saw a dove in the area. The second experience was when my best friend was dieing from cancer. We lived in different states but were very close, I woke in the middle of the night and had a sudden sharp pain in the area of my liver (she had cancer that had spread to her liver) my first thought was Tracy, found out in the morning that she had been admitted to the hospital during the night. A few days later I again felt that sharp pain and again thought of her and looked at the clock. A few hours later I found out that she had passed at that exact time. She was letting me know that only way that she could.
Kathy |
| dutchy |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 04:22:55 AM
When my grandmom passed away, my granddad saw her often. He had severe athma attacks and after she passed away, he often saw her sitting in her chair. He told us that she told him to take it easy, to get up slowly and gather his breath. And when he did that he felt better. My mom didn't believe him. but my brother F. told mom to let him think he saw her because granddad felt better believing that. And F. also said IF granddad sees her, it is because they had a match made in heaven and granddad missed my grandmom very very much. This made him feel better and he really SAW her too.
I have never experienced it, but sometimes I have the slight feeling my brother J. is with me. I just know mom and brother are watching over me from Heaven :)
Strange, but I never have that feeling with mom ;(
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| Merry |
Posted - Sep 18 2009 : 12:23:32 AM
I was downstairs putting away the Christmas tree when I heard murmering voices through the baby monitor in mom's room. Mom was very near death and unconcious, no way she could be talking! We ran upstairs and she breathed her last in my arms. For two days we hadn't left her side, we go downstairs for less that 15 minutes and I think 'everyone' was waiting for her to be alone so they could take her home!
Merry
Farmgirl #536
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"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets how much the heart can hold."
Zelda Fitzgerald |
| catscharm74 |
Posted - Sep 17 2009 : 8:12:33 PM
My Papa was walking around the hospital talking to his Mama and then he finally said he wanted to go lay down in the hay loft and just rest. He passed away a few hours later. He was happy a pig in slop when he passed. I like to think he is up there farming right now. : )
Heather
http://somewheredownintexas-heather.blogspot.com |
| acairnsmom |
Posted - Sep 17 2009 : 7:23:51 PM
Ladies, you sent chills up my spine. Nice stories though. Neither my mother nor my mother-in-law had these experiences when they passed. At least not that they were able to share. My sister's husband died in a ice climbing accident and she told me that the reason she was able to bear up under the grief was that he had a peaceful look on his face and a smile on his lips. She told me she knew he had seen Jesus and was happy to go.
Audrey
Toto, we're not in Kansas any more! |
| Marybeth |
Posted - Sep 17 2009 : 6:34:57 PM
Yes Diane that happened to me when my husband died. I took care of him for his last 5 years and on the last few days he would look up to the ceiling and smile and reach up with his good hand. I sat with him when he died and just before he opened his eyes very wide and looked up and smiled and then took one big breath and was gone. I knew he had seen his Mom. MB
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