Thanks for sharing this precious story. My mother-in-law left the world in a similar way. After she refused treatment, and before the doctors began morphine, they asked if she understood what this meant. She answered, "Yes, my gang is waiting for me on the other side. I'm ready to join them." No matter our spiritual beliefs, it's comforting to think we might be reunited with our loved ones.
Oh, I love what your MIL said, Linda :) I know she's right. They all wait for us on the 'other side'. I'll probably say something like that :) Thank you so much for reading.
There are so many Near Death Experience videos on YouTube, books written, etc. etc. on what comes next. Of course these people don't completely crossover, so the final result could be a bit different. I was with my daughter on her last night alive (which I didn't know it was and nobody in the hospital thought it was), but she was pretty delirious. She'd mumbled unintelligibly the entire night, but three different times spaced apart by minutes/hours, coherent words came out. "Yeah", "Alright" and then "mom." She couldn't focus, but when I ran up to her bed and said, "Did you say, mom?" She said, "Yeah." These all felt like she was coming out of her delirium at the time, but since she ended up passing away about 7 hours later, I now know she was moving out of this realm into the next one and communicating with those souls. It is a gift that I got to be with her in that transition and I believe she's there and enjoying her new life, but oh, how I still miss her greatly.
I’m teary reading your comment. Oh, my, how beautiful and sad. I’m so sorry for the loss of your daughter. I can’t imagine. Losing a parent is one thing, but a child… Thank you for sharing this. It will stay with me, and in my heart. You brave, strong, woman 🤍
Thank you. I mostly wanted to share about the NDE videos, but I got carried away. I think both of us got a glimpse of that journey and I see it as a gift.
I’m so very sad and sorry for your terrible loss. I know the depth of your grief; my sister passed away at the age of 42 and my mom and I were with her. I don’t know you, but I hope you don’t mind me sending you a big, virtual hug all the way from BC Canada. I have written about death and grief on my Substack; I’d like to invite you to to come by and Subscribe if you like my posts :) Take good care of yourself.
Oh, Deborah, thank you so much for your beautiful kind words of care and support. Back at you, my friend. My brother was 42 as well, when he died (took his life) I’ll post those stories in due time. I’m so sorry you know sibling grief too. It’s heartbreakingly sad. I’ll be checking out your Substack today and catching up on stories. I have subscribed so I don’t miss any :) 🤍
Marcia, thank you for sharing your story. My mum passed ten years ago this August, and looking back I wished I had spent so much more time with her. I wish I had talked to her more about her life when she was younger. I miss her more than ever now. Be strong and know that your mum is now at peace. One day you will be together again.
Thanks, Rosie. I think everyone our age wishes they’d spent more time with their parents, asked more questions. I know my husband wishes that about his dad, too. I had so many talks with Mum and I still wish I’d asked more :) I’m sorry about your Mum, Rosie. No matter how much time passes, we still miss them :) Thanks for your kind comment 🤍
There is a veil between here and the hereafter. I don't remember a time of not believing this. I have one daughter that would see through that veil several times while she was living. Having no filter, she would share her experiences with us, usually me, but sometimes with her sisters and father, too. She has slipped back to let me know she is ok several times since she died.
Thank you for sharing your mother's and your story.
Oh, Nancy. I’m so sorry about your daughter. How heartbreaking. And how beautiful that she lets you know she’s ok. Thank you for sharing this. When I was young, I could feel through the veil, not see, but feel, hear, and smell, sense things. I grew out of it, or should I say, ignored it. It comes back to me now and then. I always smell my mother and father when they are close. It’s over powering sometimes, but it brings me comfort. There is so much more than we know. We’ll all know one day. Thanks, Nancy. I’ll be thinking of you now :)
And I will be thinking of you. Like my daughter, in my very young years the veil was thin, transparent at times. I have Scottish ancestry. My mother called me her "fey" child. Sheila was my "fey" child. Sense her death something has opened up in me, so that I sometimes sense, feel, hear, smell, of briefly see beyond the veil. It's not a bad thing.
What a kind beautiful face your mother has, her struggles with alcohol use was probably down to her rheumatoid arthritis, it’s incredibly painful and she was no doubt using alcohol as pain relief
Thanks so much, Niamh. You’re probably right about Mum. Although, her mother also had rheumatoid arthritis and never drank! Her father was an alcoholic but had no arthritis. I guess it’s pot luck. Alcohol wouldn’t help, except for the pain, yes. Thanks again for your lovely comment :)
I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful Mum, and I can only imagine how hard it was to suffer a broken marriage five months later. I think your mother would be proud of your strength. This is a beautiful tribute to her.
Thanks so much, Natalie. What a hellish time in my history. I still marvel at how I got through it :) Thank you for your beautiful, kind comment. So lovely of you :)
Having been with both of my parents when they passed, a year and a month apart, your writing took me back there. Such sadness, knowing how the journey would end, but relief that the suffering was over and your grief can move on. I am sorry for your loss and your pain and happy for your enlightenment.
Thank you so much, Marcia (great name ;) So strange that your profile name is also Morgan. My daughter’s name. Bizarre. Are you sure you’re not my clone ;)
I’m also sorry for the loss of your parents so close together. How very sad. I can only imagine the heaviness of that double loss. Thank you for reading my story, Marce (my friend’s call me Marce) I so appreciate you being here. xx
Oh, Faye, I’m sorry for your loss, too. They leave such a void, don’t they. No matter how much time passes, I still miss my mum. Thanks so much for reading :)
Thanks for sharing this precious story. My mother-in-law left the world in a similar way. After she refused treatment, and before the doctors began morphine, they asked if she understood what this meant. She answered, "Yes, my gang is waiting for me on the other side. I'm ready to join them." No matter our spiritual beliefs, it's comforting to think we might be reunited with our loved ones.
Oh, I love what your MIL said, Linda :) I know she's right. They all wait for us on the 'other side'. I'll probably say something like that :) Thank you so much for reading.
There are so many Near Death Experience videos on YouTube, books written, etc. etc. on what comes next. Of course these people don't completely crossover, so the final result could be a bit different. I was with my daughter on her last night alive (which I didn't know it was and nobody in the hospital thought it was), but she was pretty delirious. She'd mumbled unintelligibly the entire night, but three different times spaced apart by minutes/hours, coherent words came out. "Yeah", "Alright" and then "mom." She couldn't focus, but when I ran up to her bed and said, "Did you say, mom?" She said, "Yeah." These all felt like she was coming out of her delirium at the time, but since she ended up passing away about 7 hours later, I now know she was moving out of this realm into the next one and communicating with those souls. It is a gift that I got to be with her in that transition and I believe she's there and enjoying her new life, but oh, how I still miss her greatly.
I’m teary reading your comment. Oh, my, how beautiful and sad. I’m so sorry for the loss of your daughter. I can’t imagine. Losing a parent is one thing, but a child… Thank you for sharing this. It will stay with me, and in my heart. You brave, strong, woman 🤍
Thank you. I mostly wanted to share about the NDE videos, but I got carried away. I think both of us got a glimpse of that journey and I see it as a gift.
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I’m so very sad and sorry for your terrible loss. I know the depth of your grief; my sister passed away at the age of 42 and my mom and I were with her. I don’t know you, but I hope you don’t mind me sending you a big, virtual hug all the way from BC Canada. I have written about death and grief on my Substack; I’d like to invite you to to come by and Subscribe if you like my posts :) Take good care of yourself.
Oh, Deborah, thank you so much for your beautiful kind words of care and support. Back at you, my friend. My brother was 42 as well, when he died (took his life) I’ll post those stories in due time. I’m so sorry you know sibling grief too. It’s heartbreakingly sad. I’ll be checking out your Substack today and catching up on stories. I have subscribed so I don’t miss any :) 🤍
It's a profound and mysterious place when we reach the threshold. So many reminders not to fear its arrival. Beautiful sharing, Marcia.
Thanks, Janaka. Nothing to fear at all, I say. :)
Marcia, thank you for sharing your story. My mum passed ten years ago this August, and looking back I wished I had spent so much more time with her. I wish I had talked to her more about her life when she was younger. I miss her more than ever now. Be strong and know that your mum is now at peace. One day you will be together again.
Thanks, Rosie. I think everyone our age wishes they’d spent more time with their parents, asked more questions. I know my husband wishes that about his dad, too. I had so many talks with Mum and I still wish I’d asked more :) I’m sorry about your Mum, Rosie. No matter how much time passes, we still miss them :) Thanks for your kind comment 🤍
We don’t know anything about life, let alone desth.
That’s the truth, Susan. Thanks so much for reading my story :)
There is a veil between here and the hereafter. I don't remember a time of not believing this. I have one daughter that would see through that veil several times while she was living. Having no filter, she would share her experiences with us, usually me, but sometimes with her sisters and father, too. She has slipped back to let me know she is ok several times since she died.
Thank you for sharing your mother's and your story.
Oh, Nancy. I’m so sorry about your daughter. How heartbreaking. And how beautiful that she lets you know she’s ok. Thank you for sharing this. When I was young, I could feel through the veil, not see, but feel, hear, and smell, sense things. I grew out of it, or should I say, ignored it. It comes back to me now and then. I always smell my mother and father when they are close. It’s over powering sometimes, but it brings me comfort. There is so much more than we know. We’ll all know one day. Thanks, Nancy. I’ll be thinking of you now :)
And I will be thinking of you. Like my daughter, in my very young years the veil was thin, transparent at times. I have Scottish ancestry. My mother called me her "fey" child. Sheila was my "fey" child. Sense her death something has opened up in me, so that I sometimes sense, feel, hear, smell, of briefly see beyond the veil. It's not a bad thing.
What a kind beautiful face your mother has, her struggles with alcohol use was probably down to her rheumatoid arthritis, it’s incredibly painful and she was no doubt using alcohol as pain relief
Thanks so much, Niamh. You’re probably right about Mum. Although, her mother also had rheumatoid arthritis and never drank! Her father was an alcoholic but had no arthritis. I guess it’s pot luck. Alcohol wouldn’t help, except for the pain, yes. Thanks again for your lovely comment :)
Wow. Great true story. Thank you.
Aw, thanks so much for reading it :) Much appreciated.
I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful Mum, and I can only imagine how hard it was to suffer a broken marriage five months later. I think your mother would be proud of your strength. This is a beautiful tribute to her.
Thanks so much, Natalie. What a hellish time in my history. I still marvel at how I got through it :) Thank you for your beautiful, kind comment. So lovely of you :)
I remember reading it, and how she calmly told you “once an addict, always an addict” in relation to your first hubby.
She was one wise woman, sweet Marce. ❤️
I wish I had paid more attention to her wisdom when I had the chance. She's still teaching me things now. :) Thank you, darling Edward 🤍
Having been with both of my parents when they passed, a year and a month apart, your writing took me back there. Such sadness, knowing how the journey would end, but relief that the suffering was over and your grief can move on. I am sorry for your loss and your pain and happy for your enlightenment.
Thank you so much, Marcia (great name ;) So strange that your profile name is also Morgan. My daughter’s name. Bizarre. Are you sure you’re not my clone ;)
I’m also sorry for the loss of your parents so close together. How very sad. I can only imagine the heaviness of that double loss. Thank you for reading my story, Marce (my friend’s call me Marce) I so appreciate you being here. xx
I’ve never had a nickname. It’s nice that you do. Great name for your daughter! 😊
No nickname! I have quite a few :) Thanks, Marcia 😊
Very compelling. What a great gift she left you with. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you :) So lovely of you to stop by. I appreciate it :)
So sorry for your loss. I was with my mom when she passed away and I too felt it in my heart when she left. Thanks for sharing your experience.
Oh, Faye, I’m sorry for your loss, too. They leave such a void, don’t they. No matter how much time passes, I still miss my mum. Thanks so much for reading :)
Beautiful reflection Marcia 💛
Thanks so much, Will. That’s kind 🤍
Wow. Yes, thanks for sharing. This was amazing. So glad she was there for you when you needed her.
Thanks, Simon. So lovely of you to stop by and read Mum’s story. I appreciate it :)
Thank you for sharing this. A beautiful story.
Thanks so much for reading it, Willa. It’s so kind of you to stop by :)