Mental Health Support

where he interviewed people who had near death experiences. I was amazed to hear all of them from all different walks of life mentioning the light, love, peace and above all that they were going home. It was the exact same way I had felt.

One woman who had lost her son to cancer at a young age said she saw him, for a brief moment before she was revived and that he told her it wasn't her time yet, but he loved her, and would see her again when it was.

Also when my Mom was in her last days due to the fact that her leukemia was no longer in remission, a nurse who had been sitting with Mom told us she often kept a notepad with her to write down things that patients in and out of consciousness nearing the end would say, in case it would mean something to their loved ones.

She said my Mom kept saying, "I don't know what to do Kay and Bill." Kay was my Aunt Kay, my Mom's oldest sibling. Don't get me wrong my Mom loved her parents, my Dad, my sister and I and the rest of her family, but it was clear Aunt Kay, was the person she loved most. Her grief was beyond measure when my cousin called to say Aunt Kay was gone. Bill was my mother's nephew from her other sister Pauline. He had died two years before of stomach cancer. Once my cousin got married and had his own family we never saw him much, so it would make no sense that if she were just dreaming, why she'd be talking to Bill. To me and my sister it gave more credence to the possibility that Bill and Aunt Kay were somehow actually with her.