Dying Grandmother Is Visited By Dead Siblings

I just spoke to my Aunt about my Grandma. Grandma is 90 and appears to be going downhill. She said to my Aunt, I had visitors today. My Aunt asked who? My Grandma replied that 2 sisters and a brother came to see her ( they died in the last two years). Just weird.

Does anybody else have a similar story? What are your thoughts?

His stats were so low, there's no way he should have been awake. She was telling him he was going to get to see his parents again. He looked at her, then looked behind her, smiled, nodded and then passed. It was beautiful. I like to believe that we are welcomed home by our family that went before us. It's comforting.
Duckie

I do believe our deceased relatives come here and welcome us back home.
I used to be an atheist but this group changed my beliefs. Yes, it's very comforting and makes grief much easier to bare!

be right and that's why my Grandma was more at peace with the last visits. I hope I'm as lucky when my time comes.

You won't be alone, at all.

Our loved ones "on the other sie" always come join us for family transitions -- weddings, births, baptisms and communions (for those who go into that), etc. But especially for deaths and funerals they're here to help the dying one make the transition and help the rest of us be comforted.

she is quite lucid. The first time she saw passed siblings, it terrified her. Now, she seems comforted by the visits. She has quit eating. I think on purpose. I'm going to see her on Sunday.

go soon and stay as long as you can.

My mother was in assisted living, which she hated, but I couldn't take care of her any longer. She quit eating as well, it's one of the few ways they have left of any kind of control. The staff asked me if I wanted a feeding tube inserted; I said, absolutely NOT! This was the right thing, looking back.

who had 3 years before, maybe it was the morphine talking or maybe she was talking to her mother.

something unseen across the room. I like to think it was my great-grandfather welcoming her home.

My grandmother saw many of our dead relatives during her final days. She had long conversations with some of them, and would ask us if so-and-so was really there that day or if we could see so-and-so sitting over there in the chair in the corner. It is quite a process.

And let her know how glad you are to have her as your grandma.

It must help take some of the fear of dying away.

:)

several times. I once had an alzheimer patient ask me if I could see 'them'. She identified them as family members. I told her that they would wait for her and that she could go whenever she was ready.
A few weeks later, she did.

My grandfather told us in great detail what was awaiting him - and my Mother did as well. None of the medications involved were the same - neither were the illnesses. I'm inclined to think it's valid - but wonder if it's universal...as in 'levels of evolvement'?

the many times there is no such occurrence is something I will continue to ponder.

simply don't believe that these visions can be attributed solely to drugs, or the deteriorating function of a dying brain.

There is a name for it, but I can't remember. I believe it is real.

I am UKB Cherokee and have heard of that happening a lot with family members. I have been there when many of my elders have passed and have heard them speak of loved ones who made the journey a long time ago. We believe that when you pass your ancestors and relatives come to help you make the journey. It is believed that even in death you are not alone.

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It takes the fear of the unknown
out of death.

He started seeing deceased relatives.
One of the nurses told my friend that it is very common- and it is also a way the nurses know they end is near.
She told the family to gather around because it wouldn't be long.
He passed on 5 days later.

My friend says it was comforting

When she was dying a few years ago, she told us one day that her mother had visited her. She was in her 80s at the time, and her mother had been gone for years.

that they seem to always see deceased loved-ones. If it was just a confused brain, you would think they would see their living cousins, sisters, etc. just as often, or even more often since they are still around, but it always seems to be the deceased they "see" in the end.

By the way, this happened to my grandmother when she was dying. She was yelling at my (deceased 25 years prior) grandfather saying, "Ray! Tell them I want up and out! UP AND OUT!" He must have told them. She died that night.

I have absolutely no doubt that this is real. If you have witnessed this, you know it is, it's just too profound to be otherwise. Your grandmother was ready to go. My mother behaved similarly the night she died, impatient with nurses and staff who were taking her vitals: "I want you all to get OUT of here and let me alone! I am fine!". It was so like her. :)

I have been with many dying people who are clearly experiencing something outside of my reality. Who is to say what's "real" and what isn't, in a situation like that? :shrug:

The veil separating the living from the dead is very thin for people who are close to the edge of life.

It's no wonder they can see things we can't. It's such a mystery, isn't it?

Personally, I find it quite comforting to think that our beloved dead come to welcome us as we are getting ready to cross over, don't you?

Blessings to your Grandmother on her journey. May her passage be easy and full of Grace. :hug:

I'd love to hear more about your volunteer work; how long have you been doing this? I've considered volunteering at a local hospicebut I don't know if I would be up (or worthy) of the responsibilty...

It's incredibly fulfilling work, on so many different levels. I've grown a lot through it and I get as much back as I've given, trust me.

Feel free to PM me if you'd like to discuss it further. :hug: If you feel drawn to it, you'd probably be good at it.

Not everybody is drawn to this type of service, but it's a privilege to serve in this way.

:hug:

Wonderful thing to do - very good for the soul. Very difficult to be angry at the driver who cuts you off on the highway when you've just spent an hour talking to someone who only has a few weeks left.

I had to stop once I started traveling regularly for work. Oddly enough, it wasn't the actual volunteering that became too much, but the onerous job-like regulations that I wasn't able to fulfill since they had to be handled 9-5 M-F in the 'burbs and I was in the city. Annual TB tests. Hepatitis shots. Regular "reviews" - like work - where I was getting CRITICIZED for not having my paperwork in on time ("your families so appreciate your visits, but you're late getting in your paperwork. We hope that you'll really try to work on that."). Quizzes about handling blood safely. Regular team meetings. Having to get a photo ID made (only available 9-5, M-F) in order to be allowed to be a volunteer.

I'd say go for it, but be sure it's a local hospice so the pain in the ass minutiae can be handled without much disruption to your life.

and thank you for your loving service to the dying. It is a special gift to give.

When we die, or are dying, we trip. DMT is released in the brain when it senses it's about to shut down, so when people are on their way out, they often see or hear things that aren't there.

Psychologically, it's often what we expect to see. So my uncle, never an extremely religious person, would exclaim "Ma!" or "Arch!" as he was passing last year - referring to my grandmother and other uncle, both long deceased.

Sometimes the brain releases DMT and the person doesn't die. For example, there was a case of a man being declared "dead" but then he came back to life a few minutes later. As I heard it, he had visualizations while he was dead. He could see his body on the hospital bed, and heard voices calling to him - telling him to get up and move towards them. He found these voices were evil and were really tormenting him, and he claims that eventually he just said the name "Jesus" and the voices would freak out. He went on, saying "Save me, Jesus" and eventually reciting the Lord's Prayer, and the voices went away. Shortly afterwards he came back from his "death".

It's likely a DMT trip, as his brain thought he was dead but his body still had some juice left.

By the way - DMT is the active ingredient in salvia divinorum. So when we die, we essentially all have salvia trips.

She asked us if we had been in to visit her with the little Rascals.

We said "no, we weren't here this afternoon."

She said "I told them they didn't even know you guys, but they wouldn't shut up."



One my hospice patients used to see people out in the front yard through his bedroom window. "Patiod, who is that out there talking to my wife?"

"Your wife is laying down in the next room, and there's nothing outside but the lamppost and the mailbox."

He just shook his head. "Oh boy, not you, too!"

A number of years ago my "Aunt" Bea (grandma's sister) was in a nursing home, her body riddled with cancer and her health fading. One day when some of her children were visiting she struck up a one-sided conversation that obviously wasn't with any of them. Her son asked her who she was talking to. She said her deceased husband's name. Her son asked her where he was and she pointed to an empty chair in the corner of the room and said, "He's right there." Her son looked and said, "Where?" And she said matter-of-factly, "Right there, sitting in the chair."

Another poster suggested that this type of incident might be brought about by chemicals released by the brain as it shuts down. But if that were true, it seems odd to me that the person "hallucinating" would be able to shift so quickly and with such clarity between the hallucination and reality, you know? Like if they were creating their own reality, wouldn't they create ALLof it, i.e., not seeing what was there in addition to seeing what "wasn't" there?

Eh, what do I know, I'm no doctor, right? But wait, there's more:


I visited her several days later and we were having a pleasant conversation when she suddenly said, "I'm going to be leaving soon, you know." The rest of our (paraphrased) conversation follows:

"What?"

"I'm going to be leaving soon."

"Aunt Bea, what do you mean?"

"I'm going to die soon." I didn't know whether to take her seriously or not because she said it with such peace, and with the slightest smile.

"Aunt Bea, how do you know?"

"I asked God, and He told me."

"What did he tell you?" (This was a Sunday night)

"He said that tomorrow I'll be gone, and by Tuesday it will all be over."

Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I'll miss you."

"It's going to be okay. It's okay."

The following day she slipped into a coma (she was "gone" for all practical intents and purposes), and Tuesday she died (it was "all over").


People can think what they want, but I believe every word she said.


You know what else is funny? The number of people who profess to believe wholeheartedly in the Bible or other religions which contain lots of stories about supernatural beings (angels, for example), and even though they have never seen an angel, they refuse to believe something like this when they see it or hear about it from someone who has no motivation to lie about it.

no matter what you say or how many people are under the delusion that the dead still live on in some kind of afterlife.

This seeing visions on the way out is like believing your dreams are real!!

Life would be so much easier if we all just overlooked our own experiences and substituted your judgment and perception of reality for our own, eh?


For that matter, as long as we're all not thinking we may as well follow through with that protocol and vote Rebublican.



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the naysayers and skeptics. Brilliant.

:thumbsup:

in an afterlife? Which is about as provable as belief in the Divinity of Jesus, Mohammad or Joseph Smith as True Prophet, the Dalai Lama, etc - all matters for faith. Not dis-respecting anyone's faith or lack of faith here - I'm just surprised we'd jump all over a Skeptic, but we all want Pagans and Atheists and Agnostics and Christians and Muslims to get the respect that their beliefs deserve.

I don't think the poster expressed his/her own disbelief in a rude manner ("you're an idiot for believing this") which would call for this ass-whooping.

In addition, I'm not sure how we're equating Skeptic = Republican.

DU confuses me sometimes.

you don't know? Someone who had an experience that meant a great deal to them.

You might want to lurk a bit and catch up on the lounge mojo before being so outright mean. :eyes:

I hope your death isn't lonely. Good luck with that.

Please refrain from posting your views in the lounge.

Thank you.

:sarcasm:

She reported that her recently deceased sister was in the hospital room with her. I’ve heard of people who have had dying relatives who have had similar experiences. In fact I remember reading some article saying that it was not unusual for people who were terminally ill to have given some indication that they have seen departed loved ones near their time of death

It could be possible that it’s due to hallucination, effects of drugs and the release of DMT (as described by another person in this thread). But I’m not prepared to discount the possibility that the experiences are what they seem to be at face value and that there is a spiritual dimension behind it. In fact my own personal belief system tends to lean toward these experiences being genuine and authentic and that our loved ones are watching over us from the next world and giving us comfort, solace and hope in our final days before we accompany them into the next world

My thoughts, prayers, best wishes, positive vibes and blessings to your grandmother:hug: :hug:

she awoke from 6 years of deep senility and smiled at me, the most radiant smile I have ever seen. She was 100, could no longer talk, and had not recognized me in years, but that night she did. I was an atheist at that time, but I sensed that she was trying to impart to me that she was not going into nothing - far from it. I had been utterly miserable at the prospect of her passing, she and I had been very close years before. But that night it all changed.

The next day at noon she went. I did not cry - I almost envied her. My grandfather, and perhaps a couple of angels came for her, I think.

What a sweet good-bye gift. Blessings to your beloved grandmother...wherever she is. :hug:

Welcome to DU, AshevilleGuy! :toast: :hi:

A few weeks later I had a vivid (!) dream about her. She was younger again, well, and dressed to the nines. We were at some big event, waiting outside a huge door, for our turn to go in. I could hear perhaps an orchestra inside, the music was swelling as we approached. She offered me her arm and said (or thought at me), "Won't you escort me in?". "Why certainly", I replied and gallantly took her arm. I REALLY wanted to see inside the room, but when she went in first, I awoke.

Was I disappointed! Of course you can interpret that in many ways - basically it wasn't my 'time', I guess, but it parallels her death bed experience.

regarding visits from the dead in our dreams. My dtr had recently dreamt of our sweet kitty who'd been hit by a car a few weeks earlier.

I find it all so fascinating and, in a strange sort of way, I am comforted by the fact that we cannot fully explain such occurences.

We are called to embrace the Mystery.....

for a ruptured brain anyeruism....she woke up and told me my dad, who had passed 10 years ago, had visited her. She was beaming.

:hug:

she kept telling my brother that she had been talking to our mom who passed in 2002.

She kept saying things like "your mom called, did you call her back?"

The staff at Sloan-Kettering (!), said she was catching a glimpse of 'the other side', which was intensely comforting to all of us. The thought that our mom would welcome her helped ease our anguish when she did pass a few weeks later.

being visited by his sister.

other deceased relatives visiting them shortly before death.

I believe there is some sort of spiritual element or aspect in people. I'm not always sure there is a God.

There's no reason why we couldn't have some sort of soul or energy field that lives on or transfers but is not yet scientifically discovered. It wouldn't necessarily mean there was a God. But I do believe there is a force for good and love in the world. To me, that is God.

I told my father, in my half drugged state, that my grandpa Charles was standing at the end of the bed. I told him that he had told me everything was goin gto be ok. I can not remember it now. But my dad told me he moved down to the end of the bed and I said you are standing right next to him.

I'm SO glad you're okay.

:hug:

I am fine, it just put me in a chair. Most people see me and assume that I am just an amputee, it shocks the hell out of them to find out I was shot and paralyzed before that.

Is it from diabetes, or gangrene?

How were you shot? If you don't want to answer because it's too personal, that is fine.

I'm just SO glad you're okay. You're one of my favorite people here.

:hug:

It was an accident, I had taken the clip out of the gun, but someone had left it in storage for two years with a shell in the chamber, when my friend pulled it back to dry cock it, the gun did not eject the shell. When he let go of the slide it went off and hit me in the chest, and exited out my back. Severed my spinal cord in the process. You can go to the house at the corner of 8th Street and Hamilton ave. and if you face the front door the first window on the right, if you look down and to the right of that window there is a corner missing off a brick, that brick has the bullet in it. It was a freak accident, the police took a mallet to the gun and it would not misfire.

It was a .45, if you are wondering what type it was. Should have killed me, and I died three times that night. But each time I came back on my own. The thoracic surgeon came into ICU after I woke up and said he never wanted to get in a fight with me. He said you never gave up.

I have to say, I'm really, really feeling for your wife while reading that.

You are a courageous guy. I'm glad you're still here.

Funny, my husband's cardiac surgeon said the same thing to him in June. He originally told us that he didn't think he could come off the bypass machine because his heart was so weak, but he did and he's still plugging along.

The mind/spirit is amazing, isn't it?

I was not married, I was married when I lost my leg. I had it amputated on our 1st anniversary. Yep, we spent our first anniversary in the hospital.

especially, but not necessarily, if they are suffering from dementia.

he would often look up and extend his arms upward in a climbing motion. He couldn't say what he was seeing though.

that's all i will say about that.

My husband's father, whom I never met, visited me before my husband's mother died last year. I described him to my husband, he said, yes, that resembles my dad (his Dad died in 1967; his Mom in 2006; I met my husband in 2003.) His father was offering love and comfort to my husband through me.
Many nights off and on for a month I felt a light touch on my leg, at first very faintly. Then one night, it was such a strong sensation I nearly jumped out of bed. Then I had the vision of my husband's dad.


I knew someone in my family was going to die three months before they did. The night before he died, a 'visitor' was at my side all night. I was terrified, jumped in bed with my sister and read the bible all night long. (I was 19 then; 51 now) When the phone rang at 6:45 am or so and my Dad answered it, I simply asked him "Who died?" There was no question; I already knew. My Mom woke herself up that morning as, in her sleep, she sat straight up in bed and said out loud, "I can't go to a funeral. I don't have a black dress to wear." That woke her up, and she checked the time on the clock. Turns out that was the time he was hit. My mom doesn't believe in this stuff.

I also knew by that time that someone else would die by June. My great-grandmother died that June.

I have had many, many other experiences of many other varieties. I'd like to shrug them off but they have proven true too many times for that. Used to scare the hell out of me, so I tried to block these things, with some success, but some things still occur. Two years ago one of my husband's students was murdered, and I 'saw' something happening at that very moment at that very spot. I'd tell you what but you'd really think I was crazy then. I did not know this student, and in fact had only met my husband to be a few months before. He was seriously upset over this student's death.

There is another side to life that we can not see. That is irrefutable truth to me. I have concluded that there are more than the dimensions of space and time...maybe the 7 dimensions or is it 11 of string theory...and that God and other's are there/here. We simply do not have the 'eyes' to see them or 'ears' to hear them in our restricted dimensional life. But it is like telling someone who is born totally blind or deaf what seeing is or hearing is. They can never experience that; they can only have 'faith' that such senses exist. Maybe one day science will catch up with mystery....until then, we can either believe, or we can have the hubris as medical doctors used to...as in, we don't know what an appendix does, therefore, it does nothing. Nope, we just were not smart enough to figure it out at that time. Just because we do not comprehend does not mean it does not exist...if a tree fell in a forest and no one was there, would it make a sound? Yep.

I feel blessed to know there is more to life than what we see and hear and touch with our human and frail bodies. What a wonderful comfort to be able to talk to loved ones as death approaches. Maybe I will be so blessed.

For whatever reason, nearly everyone I know who has reported some inexplicable experience (e.g., visions, visitations, etc.) has been a down-to-earth, meat-and-potatoes kind of person -- not particularly sentimental and/or otherworldly. They report on this matter-of-factly.

Me, I've had some inexplicable experiences and a lot of vivid dreams, including of the dead, but no visits and no NDEs (well...that I remember). But I am fascinated by what others report.

Get visits from those who have already left to tell me who is going to join them.

...I've known several people who reported visits from the dead, although there wasn't always a visual manifestation.

I dream of the dead, get premonitions, and have had some strange experiences (and these while wide awake) that I cannot explain by any conventional means.

The one time I feared I was in danger of death myself, I don't recall any unusual experiences, just a sense of being detached.

away, but from my own experience I was able to see people who had passed on when I was little even animals. I don't have that anymore. I lost that gift when I was about 12, but I still have a very clear memory of them. So I am very open. Also in the fall of 2003, my beloved cat named Makalei was going through treatments for FIV and she improved for a while and had quality life. One night I came home from work, I looked for her and saw that she was on the couch just got up to jump to walk under the coffee table toward me (she always greeted me at the door even before I came to the door before her illness) so I thought it was a great sign that she was still doing good, then I looked and noticed she wasn't there anymore, I looked and looked, puzzled, then found her in my bedroom, laying down on her blanket. She had NEVER left that spot and was very ill so I rushed her to the vet. So what was that other cat looking like Makalei that was jumping off the couch, went under the coffee table to meet me then disappeared? It is as if Makalei's another spiritual body was on the couch, jumping off to greet me, but she physically was on my bedroom laying on her blanket, very ill, the spot being so very warm. Anyway, she died that same week. :(

and she said her mother (died 30 years before) sat down on her bed and visited with her.

An elderly friend who has been near death a few times, talks to her husband who died 10 years ago during these episodes. When you sit with her, she is reaching out to draw him to her. She is telling him to come to her.

She has surprised everyone and survived. I don't think she will go until she accepts that she has to go to her husband.

I was alone with him and he was talking to two other people whom I did not see in the room. He told me their names and asked me to say hello. When I went home and asked my grandmother about the two men, she told me they were friends of my great-grandfathers and that they had died years ago. My grandpa died the next morning.

I think it is incredibly comforting to know that people we thought we gone come to us when it's our time. My grandpa seemed more aware and cognizant of what was going on around him. (He had Alzheimer's) He called me by a childhood nickname and smiled at me. He was there for the moment and that leads me to believe what he was telling me about his friends was true. I hope it is, because that means that no one ever truly dies alone.

usuaLLy, they die soon after.

the exception was my uncLe boo - his dead brother came to visit him, and he was ready to go with him. then.. he was miracuLousLy cured. doctors stiLL don't know what happened to him.

I think that the person is mentally and getting emotionally ready themselves for death.