Today I worked in hospice. My first patient had been up all night with what is called “terminal restlessness”. It is not uncommon among the dying. Her caregiver, her granddaughter reported she was “awake” through the night holding conversations with deceased loved ones, her departed husband, her mother, five sisters and a favorite neighbor. During this time the granddaughter said her grandmother would wave her arms in the air sometimes breaking into her native Italian. She was one of ten children and had come over from Italy at the age of five. She was the last surviving member of that generation. The granddaughter wanted me to understand the severity of the situation, and so she had made a brief video on her phone. She shared it with me, and sure enough there was Grandmother waving her arms over to the right with her head turned as she spoke. What the granddaughter had not seen as she had been so intently distressed by this behavior and what I noticed instantly was the shimmering orb of light that came into view from the upper right side and passed over the head of her grandmother and out of the picture fame. It flew by quickly but it was indeed an orb of light. I asked her, “Did you see that?” and I had her play it again. Her eyes widened as she now saw the orb. “It’s spirit! Perhaps an Angel or one of the many deceased loved ones she was talking to,” I stated.
She called her mother (the pt.’s daughter) into the room and shared the video with her again and they both looked at me with amazement. The daughter broke into tears, “I do believe in God!” she said.
“You must save that! It’s precious! ” I couldn’t contain my joy. This was clearly a gift from beyond.