posted on Feb, 26 2009 @ 11:43 AM
I have a couple stories to tell.
In '81, my grandmother had a stroke. She "died" in the ambulance, was resuscitated, then put on life support. By the time I arrived, she was
conscious and alert, but had so many tubes in her throat and nose that she could not speak. But you could see the terror in her eyes. My father
honored my gram's wishes, and asked that she be taken off life support. The next evening, I came to visit again, staying until they kicked me out.
She was alert, but not exactly in my world. She talked about the beautiful music and the flowers in the most amazing colors. She was also very excited
that she would be having lunch "tomorrow" with her mother and brothers. I did not argue, but agreed that would be wonderful (choking back tears). My
grandmother died in the night. For some time after, I felt very guilty about a few things, and begged my gram's forgiveness. One night, after crying
myself to sleep for my wrongs, I had a lucid dream. My hubby and I were some place, in a very large crowd. All of a sudden, I saw my grandmother. I
kind of pushed my husband aside to go to her. We hugged, and even in my dream, I was amazed that I could feel her and smell her and see her tanned
skin (she loved to garden) and freckles. She told me not to worry about anything, that all was well, and she missed me and loved me and one day we
would be together again. I awoke knowing that I had really been with my grandmother, and finally felt at peace.
My brother died in 06. He had been having trouble with his back and shoulder, and had seen many doctors, but the problems only got worse. He finally
collapsed in his home, and was somehow able to call 911. The hospital doctors diagnosed stage 4 bone cancer but offered little help and no hope. He
was moved to a hospice. We were with him constantly, helping him stretch and exercise. He refused to give up. We searched the web for unconventional
cancer treatments (our last hope). Every day we would put on his full body brace and take him outside for walks, often stretching and exercising
outside. He flirted with the hospice nurses, and joked with the doctor. At first, he seemed to get stronger, but it wasn't to last. Finally, he was
in so much pain that we allowed the doctor to increase his pain meds to the point he was barely coherent. The last day, my sister and I were with him.
My sister was rubbing his hands, and I was rubbing his head. We knew we were losing him. My sister said, "I love you," and my brother looked her
straight in the eye, and nodded his head. He then said, "When all this over, I'm going sailing." I managed to say, "It's okay. You don't have to
wait. Go sailing right now." He nodded again, and those were the last words he said. At that moment, a beautiful blue dragonfly flew into the room
and landed on my glasses. I tried to gently brush it away, but it refused to go. I stopped trying and just kept rubbing my brother's head. We finally
had to go, and I had to take off my glasses and kind of wave them around to get the dragonfly to move. It landed on the pillow right next to my
brother's head and stayed there. Late that night, I received the call that he had passed. We went to the hospice to say goodbye and gather his
things. The dragonfly was on the ceiling right above his head. The next day, my hubby texted me that a blue dragonfly had been buzzing his head all
day at work. We soon learned that the dragonfly represents rebirth in some cultures. I like to think the dragonfly was my brother's way of thanking
my hubby for me spending his last few weeks with him.
And I have to say, tho kind of off-topic, that hospice nurses and doctors are Earth Angels. Ours were absolutely awesome. I will forever be grateful
for these Earth Angels, and what they did for us, and do for others, every day. They are truly a gift from Heaven.