I used to work in a nursing home. We always hated when “the children” showed up. We knew the person would pass sometime within the next 6 months. Some of them complained about those dang kids running around and making noise. Others would tell us to let the mother know the children were safe with them and didn’t mind their presence.
I don’t know why some people see children on their way out, but it is an interesting phenomenon.
Strange, that. My Grandmother had emphysema, which progressed to pneumonia which landed her in the hospital for weeks. She was oxygen deprived as a result and was having hallucinations. One day, while my Mom visited, my Grandmother said “look at them playing over there, aren’t they cute” referring to some small children she thought she’d seen in her hospital room.
I worked in rest homes too while in High School. The saddest one I worked at had a resident who was a concentration camp. She had the number tattooed on her from those days.
The nursing home here in Columbus, GA where my grandmother was at in her final months. They cared for the patients unlike the ones where I worked in California. Only $$ to them. My grandmother had a roommate who was forgetful (early dementia). She had a daughter. In the 9+ months that my grandmother was there we never saw this ladies daughter. We heard that they called her right before her mother died and she showed up.