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Burning Bot
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« Reply #2 on: March 10, 2010, 14:49:21 » |
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I will tell you two stories.
I am an only child, and the nearest person I had to a brother was a cousin Vic, 6 years older than me. We were as close as brothers throughout our childhood.
On 6 December 1980 I was working at hospital in North London.
Late that evening, I went to the staff refrectory for a meal ; the refrectory was a massive place seating hundreds and was open to staff until 2 in the morning. I got my meal and sat, although I really didn't feel like eating - I can't remember why, but my spirits were at a very low ebb.
I was alone in this massive room, except for the chef, who was well away from me, and I remember that the place was silent and whilst not particularly warm, certainly not cold. I was picking at my food when I suddenly became very cold, and felt a shiver down my mack. This lasted a few seconds, and I became aware of someone behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. I suddenly felt warm, very relaxed , and felt strain leaving me. It was exactly what Vic had often done for me - and others in the family - in the past when I'd had aches and strains - he always seemed to have an ability to massage 'just right'.
I looked around, and found that I was still completely alone in that cavernous room. Besides which, it couldn't have been Vic - he had died in Germany on that very day, 6 December, 5 years previously in 1975.
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My Mother died of cancer in 2002. During the last few months, she went steadily downhill, being bedridden for the last 3.
A lady whom Mum had 'adopted' years before as a 'daughter' (and I still look on as my sister - I'll call her R.) was helping me nurse her through those last few sad weeks.
Have you ever overheard a telephone conversation, where you can only hear one side ? I'm sure you know what I mean.
On several occasions we each overheard Mum having a conversation - apparently with Dad. In one particular conversation, we heard her say "I want to come, darling, but they won't let me." R said to her "who won't let you come Mum ?", to which she replied "You and him" - indicating me.
Now, if you had heard Mum's conversations with 'Dad', she was as lucid and apparently aware of everything around her. The only thing was, Dad died in 1991.
When Mum later passed away, it was when the District Nurse had been in to attend to her and, knowing both R and I were nurses, had asked us to assist in lifting her in the bed. As we did, she expired - and we later realised that, in all the months we had nursed her, this was the one and only time her son and 'daughter' had both held her simultaneously.
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Now, I'm not religous ; I describe myself as agnostic - to quote Robert Heinlein ("The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"), "I dont know Who is cranking, I'm just pleased He doesn't stop" but these two experinces in my life (plus some others, not so well defined, certainly give me pause to wonder - IS there, for want of better terminology, a different 'plane' to which our spirits go when our bodies die ?
Again to quote Heinlein ("The Notebooks of Lazarus Long") there is no conclusive evidence of life after death. But there is no eviudence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it ?
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