I watched my grandfather die today

It seems appropriate to comment a few things here, not necessarily related to the OP's personal experience.

First, it has been heavily propagandized in recent years that "everyone" should rally around a dying person and "be there" when they die.

I do not believe that is what "everyone" desires. I personally do not want to have anyone anywhere around me when I die. I think it is a deeply personal experience. I don't want anyone to see my death, just as I wouldn't want them watching me take a dump. Basically, it's the same thing.

I think watching someone die is virtually always traumatic for the people who actually care about the person and kind of voyeristic for people who don't.

The idea that people actually "choose the time" of their death is another ridiculous and highly propagandaized idea which has absolutely NO BASIS IN FACT.

I guess it's obvious that people would like to believe they "choose," when to go, it makes them feel more powerful, but they do not "choose," God chooses the time of your death. You have nothing to do with it.


People, don't "wait" for people to show up, they don't "wait" for holidays, or birthdays, or weddings, or births, or whatever happy horseshit people like to sling around. They go when they are summoned to go. They don't hold on and you don't have to tell them to let go. Just complete hogwash and bullshit. You're telling them to "let go" is something the ridiculous death squad tells people to do in order to "empower" the watchers and give them a sense of control, and something to do besides staring and waiting.

People used to die peacefully in hospitals. They used to die with I.V's in their arms, and trained, attentive, nursing care, and doctors on call. But, the government decided that that costs waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy to much money. So now everyone must go into a hospice and be dehydrated to death, or over medicated to death in the shortest time possible. That's the American way. And, in order to cut down on lawsuits, let's encourage everyone to be a willing participant in the euthenasia by sitting around and cheering on the "letting go" until the person
"decides" it's time. It's just ludicrous.

My wife died this past July. She was diagnosed with cancer in the beginning of May. She was so young an beautiful.

I stayed with her in the hospice unit 3 days. She said goodbyes to everyone the first day. My daughter (from my first marriage) flew in the morning of the 3rd day and with her mother came to say goodbye. My wife hadn't spoken since the first day but she was able to open her eyes and smile at my daughter.

After my daughter and her mother left, my wife's sister came to spell me. I went outside to get some fresh air. I was gone 5 minutes. I came back and down the hall could see my wife's sister talking on her cell, finish her call and walk back into the room. I took a couple more steps down the hall and I got a text message. It was from my wife's sister saying, "Come quick, she's going."

I ran down the hall and into the room. My wife's sister was on her knees beside the bed. My wife was not breathing. Her sister said, "My husband called and I stepped out one second to tell him I'd call him later." I stood there in shock.

After about two minutes my wife partially sat up in bed, said, "Yes, yes, I can see it over there. I'm going." She lay back down and said nothing more.

It has been over 6 months and I am still lost.

OP, I am sorry for your loss.

Thank you for sharing this story and those pictures.

I visited a pet loss grief counselor and she said she used to work with hospice patients. She said a lot of people in semi-comas would sort of wake up in their last hours, and talk to people in the room that only they could see -- typically dead relatives. I had heard of this before. What I had *not* heard of is what she told me next: sometimes, they would talk to long-dead pets. By what the dying person was saying, the family members in the room knew that they were speaking to a pet.

I think if he can make it happen, Tig will be there for you when your time comes...just as Dr. Floyd will be there for me. :-)

He had been in declining health for years, but went truly downward the last two months. He died from pneumonia. He hasn't been able to speak for about three or four days, and before that he had been very confused. A little while before he transitioned, his eyes popped open, he tried to sit up, and he started babbling something while staring at his vision on the ceiling, wearing a small grin on his face. He died 30 minutes later. It was an experience for me to watch him go, and I felt my mother around me when he went... she died two years ago, way too young. Anyway, I just wanted to share it with others here who are like-minded and are interested in deathbed visions and/or NDEs. I felt privileged to be there as he moved on.

My wife died this past July. She was diagnosed with cancer in the beginning of May. She was so young an beautiful.

I stayed with her in the hospice unit 3 days. She said goodbyes to everyone the first day. My daughter (from my first marriage) flew in the morning of the 3rd day and with her mother came to say goodbye. My wife hadn't spoken since the first day but she was able to open her eyes and smile at my daughter.

After my daughter and her mother left, my wife's sister came to spell me. I went outside to get some fresh air. I was gone 5 minutes. I came back and down the hall could see my wife's sister talking on her cell, finish her call and walk back into the room. I took a couple more steps down the hall and I got a text message. It was from my wife's sister saying, "Come quick, she's going."

I ran down the hall and into the room. My wife's sister was on her knees beside the bed. My wife was not breathing. Her sister said, "My husband called and I stepped out one second to tell him I'd call him later." I stood there in shock.

After about two minutes my wife partially sat up in bed, said, "Yes, yes, I can see it over there. I'm going." She lay back down and said nothing more.

It has been over 6 months and I am still lost.

OP, I am sorry for your loss.

I just feel like this is more interesting, at least to me, than cat pictures posted repeatedly, athough THAT would be more typical of GLPers.

It sounds like a good experience... apart from the loss of course

it reminds me of my grandmother, when she died, after a sickbed like grandfather's, and when she outed her final breath, it was like something escaped her, almost visible, shooting straight up. It was a beautiful thing to witness, and a consolation for losing her.

Be strong friend

Interesting thread.

Really? What is interesting about it do you think?

So now wait a minute. Let me get this right. You were walking down a hall and your sister in a law walked back into a room. Then after two steps you got a text message. The text message said, "Come quick, she's going." This message was typed, sent, and received, in the time it takes to take two steps. You read the message, presumably while still walking, and then at that point you started to run. But, alas, it was too late. She was gone. She was not breathing. She was dead. Then after two minutes of not breathing, your wife "sat up and said,
"Yes, Yes, I can see it over there. I'm going." She then laid down and that was it.

Yea.

Sorry for your loss, my grandfather died a few months ago. Weeks before he died he started seeing my deceased grandmother and started talking to her in french. He told us she would not speak to him she was mad at him. After she died he married an anna nicola smith wannabee and I'm glad she was mad at him it just proved to me that there is indeed something more and that she had been watching etc.

Yes, the hallway in the hospice unit was very long. As I was walking back to the room I saw her with her cell phone and then she stepped back in the room. I took a few more steps and I got the message.

None of this is even remotely believable in any way.

You clearly have never seen anyone die.