(From L to R) Auntie Joan, me, and Aunt-in-law Nell
Giggles are normal for my aunt Joan and aunt-in-law Nell. In recent summers, they stayed with me for 2 or 3 weeks holiday by the beach. My friends, students, everyone fell in love with their giggles. Fun was normal, even though they're almost 90. I schemed and themed surprises each year, such as dinner parties (Irish, Native American etc), or unusual day trips (seal watching, fossil hunting etc).
Last year's surprise was a trip to Paris. They didn't know we were going to Paris until I parked outside the International train station. They've talked about it ever since, like giggling parrots. And showed all who'd look, the photo albums I made for their memories.
All of which helped today. Nell is in hospital, downcast for her, unable to walk. Cancer has eaten her organs and bones. Prayers and healing might help, but survival chances are way below 50%.
Queens hospital in Romford is new, like a 4-star hotel with shops and escalators in the foyer. I visited with Joan. Nell smiled feebly when she saw us. We chatted and giggled, more gently than normal, as I showed photos of our adventures on my laptop. Nell perked up. 'I never had such adventures in my life,' she giggled.
Joan giggled, and nodded. 'Me too,' she agreed. Two hours soon passed.
'My husband was here,' Nell said as I closed the laptop. Her husband died years ago. Maybe she's hallucinating with the drugs. Or maybe he's really there...?
'He said he's here to help me.'
Oh. This is common. When someone's about to die, a loved one often appears, to help them move on.
'He held my hand.'
Hmm. This is less likely a hallucination, and more likely her loving dead husband. Spirits often hold hands when the dying don't have much time to live. It's a comfort, and a leading to the next "world".
'He really was here, you know,' Nell said. She smiled a happy smile. 'I've nothing to worry about. We'll be together again one day.'
I'll heal Nell where possible. Miracles happen, even with days to live. But when those above appear, as a guiding hand to the Light above, maybe they know better than us?
Whenever it is she moves up to her heaven, I can imagine her looking down at the Eiffel Tower, and giggling.
Last year's surprise was a trip to Paris. They didn't know we were going to Paris until I parked outside the International train station. They've talked about it ever since, like giggling parrots. And showed all who'd look, the photo albums I made for their memories.
All of which helped today. Nell is in hospital, downcast for her, unable to walk. Cancer has eaten her organs and bones. Prayers and healing might help, but survival chances are way below 50%.
Queens hospital in Romford is new, like a 4-star hotel with shops and escalators in the foyer. I visited with Joan. Nell smiled feebly when she saw us. We chatted and giggled, more gently than normal, as I showed photos of our adventures on my laptop. Nell perked up. 'I never had such adventures in my life,' she giggled.
Joan giggled, and nodded. 'Me too,' she agreed. Two hours soon passed.
'My husband was here,' Nell said as I closed the laptop. Her husband died years ago. Maybe she's hallucinating with the drugs. Or maybe he's really there...?
'He said he's here to help me.'
Oh. This is common. When someone's about to die, a loved one often appears, to help them move on.
'He held my hand.'
Hmm. This is less likely a hallucination, and more likely her loving dead husband. Spirits often hold hands when the dying don't have much time to live. It's a comfort, and a leading to the next "world".
'He really was here, you know,' Nell said. She smiled a happy smile. 'I've nothing to worry about. We'll be together again one day.'
I'll heal Nell where possible. Miracles happen, even with days to live. But when those above appear, as a guiding hand to the Light above, maybe they know better than us?
Whenever it is she moves up to her heaven, I can imagine her looking down at the Eiffel Tower, and giggling.
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