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As a rescue Medium I’ve had many experiences of loved ones coming to collect the people that have died. But I will in this instance describe what transpired on my Mother’s death.
My Mum was in her late 70s and in reasonable health when a few months before her death I called at her house to see her. She was sat reading a book when I walked in. She glanced up at me and said “I’ll just finish this page”. She wasn’t being rude that was her usual manner. I was stood there with a wry smile when I noticed a bright sparkle of light just to the side of her. As I watched this formed into a figure of a spirit lady, I at once recognised as my late Grandma who had died in the late 50s when I was a seven year old. Her and my Grandfather had been Baptist Missionary’s in China before the War; her faith would mean she’d have little time for Mediums in life. She was looking over at my Mother with obvious love, and taking little notice of me. I knew there and then with sadness that my Mother’s time in this life was short. I decided not to mention to Mum her Mother’s presence but thought I’d let my Grandma know that I’d seen her. When she next looked over my way I winked at her. The look of surprise on her face was a picture; it was obvious that she had no idea that I could see her until then. The next moment she promptly disappeared.
Three months later I got the phone call to say that Mum had, had a stroke and was being rushed to hospital. I got there at the same time as my brother and the ambulance, Mum looked in a bad way. After they had examined her the Doctor showed us the X-rays and told us that Mum wasn’t going to make it as she was brain dead. As she’d made a living will to say “do not revive” they would make her as comfortable as possible in a side room and let nature take its course. My brother made his excuses saying that as she was brain dead there was no reason to hang around. He suggested we both leave there and then as there was nothing we could do and we’d already lost her. I told him to go if he wanted but I was going to stay.
So there I was 2am in the morning sat next to the bed of my dying Mum. As the hours rolled on I did wonder if my brother might have been right, I was being of no comfort to Mum as her body was going through the process of death. Her eyes were rolling and she was giving out the odd groan, I just sat there feeling totally helpless. When it got to 6am I decided to go down to the kiosk at the hospital entrance to get a snack and a cup of tea. When there I bought a local paper and went back to the room. When I sat down with the paper I had the thought to read the paper to her. From the front page on I read all the local trivia. When I got to the third page I noticed Mum had stopped groaning and to my surprise her eyes were focused on me in a disapproving way. I asked her “am I boring you Mum with this paper? Blink if I am”. With this both eyes she blinked like mad. I said to her let me hold your hand Mum. As she’d had a massive stroke I leant over her to take her right hand but was amazed when lifted her left hand up and took my hand. She looked calm, peaceful, and in control, with a smile on her face, I thanked her for our happy childhood and talked about the achievements she’d made in her life. As in spoke I became aware of her looking at the bottom of her bed. As I followed her eyes, stood there was a host of people. At the front were my Grandparents; off to their right was my Dad. This surprised me as Mum and Dad hadn’t spoken for twenty odd years. Behind them were my Uncles, one who had recently passed and the other who had been killed in the war. There were others behind them some of them that I remember from my childhood visits to the Welsh mining villages to see my Mum’s family. Others I didn’t recognise but realised that they were family that had gone before.
There was a feeling of joy in that room that morning. I looked at Mum and asked her “Am I keeping you Mum? Shall I leave?” To this she blinked her eyes. I gave her a kiss on her forehead and said “I will see you later Mum, hopefully a lot later”. I walked out feeling elated, as I passed the nurses station I told them I was leaving as they’d come for her. The Nurses exchanged some odd glances to that. I was walking through to door at home ten minutes later and the phone was ringing. I answered it knowing just who it would be, the voice at the other end announced herself as the ward sister and said how sorry she was to tell me that my Mum had just passed away. I for my part could not believe that my Mum had just died and I felt happy for her. On reflection though you have to ask the question. “How dead is brain dead”?
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