My Visit From The Beyond (about my mother)(a true short story)
On May 2, 1982, my mother called by phone at 2:am and asked me to take her to the emergency room at the hospital. My mother was never one to go to a doctor, and she had never been in a hospital. Fear gripped me because I knew she must be terribley ill. I didn't take time to ask questions or to dress. I told my husband what had happened and jumped into the car and went to her trailer. She opened the door for me, but just sat back down in a chair and wouldn't attempt to get back up. I saw how sick she really was, and I called an ambulance. It seemed like forever before they got there, but was only forty five mintues, before she was in the emergency room. They had worked with her,giving her oxygen and taking her vital signs. They said her lungs were in very bad condition, and she couldn't breath, and maybe it was pneumonia. Even in her weakened condition, she asked me how I would get back from the hospital. I told her I would follow the ambulance over. I wished I could have rode over with you, but they wouldn't let me.
They used a breathing machine, the fibulator, and did everything they could, but her heart kept stopping. They would get it started and it would stop again. The hours of waiting alone were agony for me. I called my husband and a pastor friend to come over. We prayed and waited. Then there was hope. Her heart was beating again and she was breathing on her own. They were taking her to CCU. I came home, called her sister and told my twelve year old son. I went back to the hospital at 6:a.m.. Just as I got there they came out and told me my beloved mother was gone. We had just lost my step-father seven months before. My mother and I were very close. She had lived in our home for 23 years. My dad died when my husband and I were engaged. Mother had remarried one year, eleven months before his death. He was like my own dad and now I had lost her too.
I started blaming myself because I hadn't been observant enough to know she was so sick. Even tho I had shared my home with her, all these years and for the past three weeks had taken meals to her every day. I had taken her to get all her business taken care of. I took her to get groceries and called her, but still I thought of all the things I hadn't done. The fact I hadn't had a chance to tell her before she died that I loved her bothered me the most.
One night not long afterward, my husband and I decided to sleep in our guest bed room, to see if the mattress was better than ours. During the night I suddenly became aware of a presence in the room. I opened my eyes amd saw my mother smiling in the sweetest loving way. The whole scene was one of love, and beauty, that I don't have words to describe. It was like nothing I had ever experienced or felt before.
I heard her voice and recognized it. She said, "I want you to know I am happy, I like my new home, and I love you." I said out loud, "I love you too." My husband woke up and said, "what did you say?" At that moment my mother disappeared. I laid back onto my pillow thinking my husband must think I am crazy. I will tell him about it in the morning when we get up.
From then on I started feeling better because that was the one thing that botherd me most. I hadn't gotten to tell her I loved her. Now I had been given that chance and I felt complete peace.
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