My mom passed recently. She battled Alzheimer's for 15 years, then passed five days after breaking her hip, even though she was singing and goofing around the day of the break. She was only 77.
A month prior to this, she had begun to sometimes stay in her bed often half the day, lying awake looking up at the ceiling with the most joyous look of peace in her eyes, as if seeing something or someone very special, often whispering as if in dialogue. This went on for hours sometimes.
I was incredibly moved at the time, but there were otherwise no indicators she was near death, so I filed it away as some new development in the progression of her disease.
I now take great comfort knowing this is not uncommon among people who are soon to die, especially since she was unable to communicate the day she died.
A month prior to this, she had begun to sometimes stay in her bed often half the day, lying awake looking up at the ceiling with the most joyous look of peace in her eyes, as if seeing something or someone very special, often whispering as if in dialogue. This went on for hours sometimes.
I was incredibly moved at the time, but there were otherwise no indicators she was near death, so I filed it away as some new development in the progression of her disease.
I now take great comfort knowing this is not uncommon among people who are soon to die, especially since she was unable to communicate the day she died.