I'm not sure where to begin so I'll just say that today is December 14, 2009. My wife of 25 years, died 3:30 am November 22, 2009. She was pronounced dead 10 hours later, officially.
She was my high school sweetheart and we have two sons. Having no prior medical problems and never having smoked, it was quite a blow to learn that she had stage IV lung cancer 8 months ago. This was her 7th hospital admission since the whole nightmare began and it was her last.
I stayed with her day and night the last four days of her life and took care of her as the nurses began the Morphine and Ativan IV's. She slipped into a coma on Saturday, I believe, and the last act she made that acknowledged my existence was when she pursed her lips so I could put lip balm on her chapped lips.
All through Sunday, her condition worsened and she was on maximum oxygen and only breathing a few times per minute. Sunday night, I asked all the family members to leave so I could be alone with her, sensing that she would not want anyone to be with her, other than myself when she passed. The nurses said they would come in quietly only every few hours so as to not disturb us.
I set up a cot, that was brought for me to sleep on, next to her hospital bed and I put a blanket on the both of us. It was very similar to how we slept at home. I slept on my side with my head on her shoulder and held her hand with both of mine. I woke often to check her breathing and had a very strange feeling come over me in the middle of the night.
I looked at the clock, it was 3:30 am and I felt something hard to describe but I'll try. It was as if I were electrocuted or being vibrated for lack of a better word. It was the most intense tingly or "goosebumps" I have ever felt. It started in my spine in my shoulder area and spread to the rest of my body in waves, down to my feet, up to my head and out through my hands. This went on for a couple of minutes and at one point I could not feel myself laying there anymore. It was as I were being supported underneath, by thousands of "fingers". After the paralyzing waves of energy subsided, the room felt different. It felt colder and empty. I questioned to myself "Is this what the hand of God feels like?". I was fearful but not to the point of trying to stop it. I just tried to relax, which was very hard.
She continued to breathe slower and slower as the hours passed after that and at 1:15 pm, she took her last breath. I felt her heartbeat slowly fade away and her body was gone. I have told this story to a few people and nobody can tell me what happened? Has anyone experienced anything similar? What in the world was going on? Thanks in advance.
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I was there the moment she died at 8.20pm. I was expecting to see some kind of spiritual experience, and actually I was expecting a miraculous recovery because I had read of some people 'asking' god to come back. But of course nothing happened. There was a sense of calm, especially after the oxygen machine was switched off. I suppose everyone's stress levels had gone down as well so that may explain things.
When I got home that night I was lying in bed and reflecting upon what had happened. Still this sense of calm persisted and at the time I didn't feel particularly upset. I was completely awake and even though I was under the bed covers I could feel a strange sensation. It was almost like a cold chill or an electrostatic effect. But when I looked at my arms the hairs were not standing on end. There were no windows open and no breeze. As I was in the loft it was quite warm so it was definitely not a cold chill.
Very subtle sensations but it felt like my body was being touched, by more than one hand/thing as it would affect my legs then my face and some other body part. Then, as I was beginning to relax I felt overcome by what can only be described as love. It gripped me, as if someone had given me a big hug. It was an intense experience. Then all the sensations disappeared. I have felt nothing since. I wish I could feel it again.
All the time I believe I was completely normal and trying not to 'imagine' anything. Although I was upset I was actually quite curious to see what the after effect would be of someone I deeply loved dying. A month later I spoke to a spiritual medium and although she got a couple of things right (good guesses) she got some things wrong and that, for me, confirmed that I cannot communicate with her in any way.
Again, all throughout I believe I was completely sane. I had slept OK and was not hallucinating, even though I know she was as she was on huge doses of morphine!
So Paincourt, I can understand what you went through as it happened to me. Has anything happened since? There are so many reports of people seeing ghosts in the USA, but never anywhere else in the world!