My mom was in hospital after having been rushed there after a collapse. She had COPD from smoking BTW.
She made a promise to me when I was about 14 that after passing she would tap me on the shoulder to say we do exist after death.
As she lay in bed dying slowly like people who have a long smoking habit do (hint hint), I kept expecting that tap on the shoulder.
I had gone to lunch with a friend and had come back to hospital to see her again, as she had been in and out of the drug stupor. I parked the car, and sat there thinking how much I didn’t want to go in. Out of the blue, my mom said clear as a bell TAP TAP, I finally broke down and the tears rolled down like a river.
I went upstairs to be told she was still breathing, and hadn’t passed yet. I knew she had already vacated that shell of a body, not waiting for breathing to cease.
True story. All week long my sister kept telling me that she kept dreaming of 11-11. My mom passed 11-11, at 11:11 pm.
Thanks for the reply and sharing.