Communicating with those who have passed on
On one of the list-serves I’m on with other OlderWiserWomen, the discussion recently revolved around ancestors and evolved into women’s experiences in talking with deceased with family members and significant others.
I love these stories!
First of all, I believe every one of them. I've been in health care for too long and have seen to many "unexplainable" events. They don't just happen in hospice, but in emergency rooms, critical care units and medical units. The most profound professional experiences I had was when I worked AIDS hospice in the early 90's.
On a personal level...my father died when I was 16. A few days after his funeral, I was in the garage when he walked up the drive way. He called me by my nickname and told me everything was going to be okay. Being the 16 year old, I thought he was being a bit strange and returned to the house. It was only once I was in the family room that I realized what had just happened. Needless to say...I was beside myself.
The next time I clearly remember seeing him was after I moved to Seattle and was a college student. He was often on the bus with me as I went to and from school. The first time that happened, I'm sure the gentleman I was staring at thought I was nuts...but my father just kept fading in and out over this man's face.
There have been other incidences that I've seen him, but in the last few years now I only occasionally "feel" his presence.
I have no doubt that this lifetime is only the beginning.
What stories do you have to share?
I love these stories!
First of all, I believe every one of them. I've been in health care for too long and have seen to many "unexplainable" events. They don't just happen in hospice, but in emergency rooms, critical care units and medical units. The most profound professional experiences I had was when I worked AIDS hospice in the early 90's.
On a personal level...my father died when I was 16. A few days after his funeral, I was in the garage when he walked up the drive way. He called me by my nickname and told me everything was going to be okay. Being the 16 year old, I thought he was being a bit strange and returned to the house. It was only once I was in the family room that I realized what had just happened. Needless to say...I was beside myself.
The next time I clearly remember seeing him was after I moved to Seattle and was a college student. He was often on the bus with me as I went to and from school. The first time that happened, I'm sure the gentleman I was staring at thought I was nuts...but my father just kept fading in and out over this man's face.
There have been other incidences that I've seen him, but in the last few years now I only occasionally "feel" his presence.
I have no doubt that this lifetime is only the beginning.
What stories do you have to share?
posted by BarbaraC. Phillips, NP | 8:59 PM
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