My father's brain was fine until the end. His heart was failing and he was in pain due to broken bones from a fall, but he was perfectly lucid.
Days before he passed, he started to ask questions like "who are those children singing on the lawn outside my window?" and after staring into a corner for 5 minutes, he said - "I was talking with that woman wearing white over there."
Same with my grandmother. I think some folks are being prepared to go. There was a vial full of feathers on a high shelf above the hospital bed in her living room.
When someone came in to check on her, the vial was on her chest, and she had passed.
Do with that what you will. It happened.
“The closer you look at something, the more complex it seems to be.”
A relative married into an old Texas family, with many interesting customs and connections.
The most elderly grandmother was on her deathbed, a large hospital room filled with her family of all ages. A large room, in part because the family name is on the front of this hospital. As the day wore on, the old lady became agitated.
Another grandmother spoke to her and then asked the old one’s housekeeper to give it a try. The Grandmother and the housekeeper had been raised together, then became household staff; as were her mother’s mother, going back many generations. They were connected.
The two women spoke a bit in rapid Spanish. The housekeeper tells the younger grandmother, who tells the family, “ She is embarrassed to go in front of the children and young ones.”
The room was cleared, the elderly family, the housekeeper, and a priest at her side, and she passed peacefully.
IMO, humans are stronger and control more than most believe.