Pamela M's ADC
My mother died when I was 25 yrs. old, I had a good relationship with my mother, we had our ups and downs, esp. during my teen years, very typical, but I really did love her for her ability to find the good in all people. The night she died, she had a massive stroke, she was in the ER, and my father was told she basically would be a vegetable if put on life support. She never wanted that, she was just 55 yrs. old, I guess she had hyperlipidemia, and at that time there were no statins like we have today. My father of course was very perplexed, but she suffered another stroke in the ER and she did not survive . That night was unreal of course, and when I went to sleep, she really gave me a parting final gift. I don't know why me rather than my siblings, but nevertheless, she took me where she was. It was so profound, to this day I will never forget it, and I am pleased that I found somewhere to record this experience. As a matter of fact, when I was working on my nursing degree, I took an English class, and I wrote about my experience, I think I was around 40 yrs old at the time. But here is what I experienced. I don't record it as a dream, it was the most real experience I have ever had in my life.The first thing I remember was that I was walking along side my mother, she was smiling, we were on a grassy path with very tall pine trees on either side, there were the most beautiful flowers everywhere beneath the tall trees and they were very tall trees, the colors, oh the colors, ethereal, not of this earth, it was so beautiful, and the flowers, lush and so indescribably beautiful, the grass was an emerald glistening like nothing here on earth, it sparkled, it was dewy and so lovely, there were the most beautiful birds everywhere, it was so overpowering, and she was sighing in delight, and saying to me, "Oh, Pam, isn't is so beautiful here", I could feel what she was feeling, and the air, it was so incredibly fresh and sweet and smelled like nothing I have ever known, and walking on this dazzling emerald grass was like floating on the softest thing..........the peace there, the light, she kept sighing in such peace such a feeling so indescribable. I can't tell you how profound of an experience this was. This was not a dream, she took me there, she always said to me that if she died she would let me know where she was. She had a very tiny life experience, but she loved books and theater and flowers and birds. Her birds where just what flew around the back porch in a little steel mill town. I am glad that she got to see all those beautiful birds with colors never seen in this world. And the air, she kept sighing and breathing such sweet air, I guess I never noticed it growing up in a town with the blast furnace spewing out graphite and dirt and breathing in all that filth, and didn't really think about it until I got older about that dream and that sweet air so pure, everything in that pine forest was enhanced beyond my powers to describe it, there are no words. I am prompted tonight to tell these things, I did see a man who wrote a book about his 90minutes in heaven, I was brought literally to tears about what he said because I experienced it, but it was not me who died, it was my mother, but she allowed my to come to where she was, I will never know why it was me but I am grateful for what I saw, felt, heard, oh yes, I forgot to tell about the birds singing, it was so pure and sweet and so utterly beautiful beyond human description. Really, my words are so feeble compared to the profound experience that I had. I wonder if anyone else got to go for a while to this place with someone who died. I have never heard of this. Have you?