Patricia P ADCs
I was 12 years old staying with my grandparents when my Dad had open heart surgery, they told myself and my brother he was doing fine for a week. The teacher I had asked how he was doing every day and a boy that sat in front of me would whisper , 'What Funeral home is he in?' every day. I woke up from a dream of the school scene described above but I had answered the boy, 'Bernhart's Funeral Home'. I had heard the phone ring, as my grandmother said hello I walked out of the bedroom and said, ' I know my Daddy's dead. 'I was completely calm and matter of fact, and correct, the calm wore off pretty quick. My Mother later told me when I was around 14 that she had a dream right after Dad died that she was asking how she would raise us with out him and he sat down on the bed and put his arm around her and said it would be ok and she woke up sitting on the side of the bed (of course mom can't verify that and I didn't ask more of her)
When I was 25 and pregnant with my second child mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor, post surgery she had a bleed and they had to go back in, then a abscess, a stroke and coded once but as revived although she was in a coma. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and my baby was transverse putting a lot of pressure on my stomach at 8 months, my OB forbid me to stay in Atlanta as he was fearing a C section and I lived 30 miles away from Emory where Mom was. I had signed a DNR as Mom had asked if she couldn't be in her right mind and her surgeon had reluctantly informed there was no chance of her ever regaining mental or physical function at that point. I awoke choking on vomit at midnight and staggered into the bath room unable to breath, I pounded on the wall to wake my husband and he pounded on my back in return and I was able to take a breath. 2 hrs later the door bell rang and my husband said, 'Your Aunts are here. 'He didn't have to tell me why. When I got my Mom's death certificate a couple of weeks after her funeral I was astounded to see she had died of a pulmonary embolism and been pronounced dead at the exact time I got back in bed as I had glanced at the clock.