[EggsAckley]

At the risk of being labeled "crazy" I want to offer a short anecdote about the night my mother died.

I woke up at 4:07 AM, went to the living room where my mom was, with her care-giver, and he signaled to me that everything was okay. I went back to bed and immediately went into the deepest sleep I have ever experienced. It was like the "sleep of the dead", that's how I described it. Thirteen minutes later they were pounding on my bedroom door, but I did not respond. The nurse had to actually come into the room and shake me to wake me up. (I'm usually a very light sleeper.)

They told me that she was gone, and I told them what I was dreaming just as she passed on. I was on a street in our home town, very near our house. The houses on the street were beautiful; they seemed to be gilded and were glowing. I was surrounded by hundreds of people I'd known long ago, and we were marching up that street, arm in arm, and we were happy, rejoicing. We were happy because we were going to be flying!

I believe that somehow my mom kept me asleep and I was "seeing" what she was "seeing" as she died.

flame away, but I'll never believe differently. It was a gift.

[Ciexyz]

I believe that somehow my Mom kept me asleep and I was "seeing" what she was "seeing" as she died.

Interesting, thanks for sharing. I'd bet that many of us have stories about unusual experiences that we hesitate to share, for fear of being labeled "nuts".

Here's one that I've shared a number of times that sounds like it's straight out of The Twilight Zone. In the funeral home where my Mother was laid out, I stepped into an adjoining room for few minutes to compose myself. I stood there in the dark and silence, and suddenly a phone that was on the mantel started ringing. (This wasn't a private office, it was a viewing room that was empty, and it just happened to have a phone on the mantel.)

I looked at that phone and said, No way, this is crazy. I let it ring three times and then I said to myself, okay, I'm picking this up. When I lifted the receiver, I heard static on the other end. I listened for some seconds, then put the phone down. When I told my Dad later about it, he just laughed. He said, "That was your Mother. That sounds like something she'd do." (You can believe it or not!)

[Riverman94610]

Beautiful account,Eggs.No,you are NOT crazy.There are accounts of NDE's in all cultures and periods of history.I rest much easier with the hope that one day I may be reunited with deceased family members and loved ones in the"next life"-call it Heaven if you want-and I have had very similiar dreams such as yours.
Riverman,whose intense spirtual beliefs were way more important in my rejection of Marxism than the political-economic shortfalls of the ideology.

[Judith Anne]

I think your story is credible. I've heard many like them, and had a few experiences myself...

[Blood of Tyrants]

My best friend almost died from a complication of a "minor" surgery. I trust him implicitly. He has a similar story.

[Leatherneck_MT]

I think that you were truly blessed to have such a revelation.

I wish more of us could have them... Maybe there wouldn't be so many bitter people around.

[HungarianGypsy]

Your experience reminds me of what happened the day my husband's grandmother died. At the time my husband, son, and I were living in her house, while she was staying with my mother-in-law. I had the window open as I played on the computer. Suddenly the oddest feeling came over me. I heard the birds singing outside more clearly and smelled the oranges from outside the window. The weirdest thought came into my mind, "This is a nice day to die." I felt a presence in the room. After that I got up and started looking outside, because I had a sudden feeling that my husband would probably be home early because his grandma just died. Of course, his family never believed that she had "stopped by" on her way out of this world.

[ColdSteelTalon]

When my father was dying of cancer in 2000. I prayed that if it were Gods will that my father was to indeed die that he would send a guardian angel early before my Father's death to comfort him. I prayed this because he had suffered so much. I finished the prayer in Christ's name knowing that I could never know that this prayer would be answered until I got to heaven... or so I thought...

That next morning when I went to the hospital to see him. And he seemed very agitated I thought it was the pain of the cancer that was consuming his bones and his brain.

He struggled so hard to speak to get the words out but he said only this...

"An angel came to me in the night. It was a covering (guardian) angel."

After that my Father no longer spoke and died a few days later.

So there are some of you who think that there is no God. Well I know that there is a God. And he is a God answers prayer, and his only begotten son is the Lord Jesus Christ.

My father died a saved man and I pray that those of you who do not believe will open your hearts, seek after God, and come to know him as I do.

[lavrenti]

Here is my story. I know full well what the reaction is going to be.

I had two rather strange (actually three--but the third is too long a story, and not germaine to this thread) dream events.

The first regarded my mother. One morning I dreamed of talking on the telephone with my estranged brother. Speaking about our mother. I was awakened suddenly by my daughter, to tell me my sister was on the telephone.

This was to inform me our mother had died minutes before.

The second occurred last year. A woman I was once rather close to since she was 12, but hadn't spoken to in years appeared in a dream. Standing in front of the 7th Avenue entrance of Penn Station, wearing a black raincoat, Raybans, black pants. Smiling, holding a Coach shoulder bag and a carry-on in one hand. In her other hand she held up a set of car keys or a piece of chalk. Waving.

I woke up going "How the *&^%$ did she show up?" I hadn't heard from her in years.

Twelve days later her brother called to tell me she died. Was in a coma, brain-dead the night I had that dream.

Go figure. That's my story.

[all4one]

The bond between a mother and her children is miraculous. It sounds like your mother was helping you accept her passing. Thank you for sharing your experience.

My brothers and my father and I all have what we call our "peaceful moments" that we shared with my mother when she lay dying. For the last week while she was alive, we would rotate staying with her. She was in and out of consciousness, and even through her pain she expressed only positive thoughts. She was not afraid. I will never be able to explain the calming experience I had just sitting and holding her hand. Looking back, I always feel like there was a holy presence there with us. It wasn't until weeks after she passed-away that my father, brothers and I shared what had happened to us individually.

During my mothers illness I could never bring myself to even think of her death. I would jump in terror if the phone would ring late in the evening, thinking that something had happened.

To anyone going through an illness of a loved one, I always hope that they can have them at home for their last days. Have deep converations or just hold their hand for hours. The fear of their death is worse than actually going through the last days, hours and minutes.

[roadcat]

I believe that somehow my mom kept me asleep and I was "seeing" what she was "seeing" as she died.

I had a similar experience when my grandfather died. He was thousands of miles away on another continent, and my immediate family didn't learn of his death until a week later. The time of his death exactly matched the time of my dream of his death and his talking to me in my dream, from which I awoke in a cold sweat and relayed to my mother. My mom had a similar incident when my grandmother died. And I also had an incident of my dead father visiting me and my wife, she saw exactly what I saw. This stuff does happen.

[Quix]

I have 0.00% trouble believing it is just as you say.

[Nov3]

Back in the early seventies my Mom shared her NDE with us. She had 5 babys of which three of us lived. On the fifth baby she legally died from blood loss. She "saw the light" and was beckoned toward it with a feeling of complete freedom and ectasy. She said she realized what was happening and though of her children and went back. She shared this with us a year or two before the first of the big NDE experience books which described an experience very similar to hers.

My mom was not somed wacked out religious freak. She was a devout Catholic.

[lawgirl]

Dont feel crazy. The night my grandfather died, I was in college and had gone to sleep at my friend's dorm room. I had not notified my family of where I was- and in fact they had a hard time getting a hold of me. I remember awaking at around 8AM and the phone immediately ringing. And I knew, as well as I knew my own name, that it was my dad calling to tell me my grandfather died. There should be no way I would have that feeling as it was someone else's phone ringing and no one had known where I was. And my grandfather died suddenly- he was not ill and it was a huge shock to our whole family.

There is another dimension - the spiritual - that none of us understand. Coming into contact with it even once in your life can totally change your take on life.

[Aquinasfan]

but I'll never believe differently.

I believe you.

[Lazamataz]

flame away, but I'll never believe differently. It was a gift.

Your mother loved you very much to make sure you shared with her in that experience.