Jim Harold's Campfire by Jim Harold

Author:Jim Harold
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Career Press
Published: 2011-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Rich

Massachusetts

Chapter 38

Mom’s Deathbed

When my mom was in her 80s, she took ill from multiple strokes. We took care of her for quite a few years. She had a great sense of humor, and was a wonderful person. Eventually, though, she deteriorated to the point where we had to put her into a hospital down the street. Then one evening, we got the call that her oxygen level had dropped to 65 percent, and the whole family rushed to her bedside.

We surrounded her and the doctor basically said, “She’s gone.” It was time for her to pass. So I was holding her hand, and my brother was with her, too. He was a fire chief and an EMT, and he was being very analytical, holding on to her wrist and listening to her pulse. As she was passing away, she shed a single teardrop...

I’ve got to say real quick: I’ve never seen a ghost. I’m not even sure if I believe in them.

So, I’m watching my mom, and the teardrop is almost like a third eye. I could see something happening right in front of me, right by her chest, and I could hear a whooshing sound. As the tear dropped from her cheek, this brown swirl just came out of her, and within a second it crossed the distance between us, and hit me—thump—right in the chest. Then it was gone. Right at that point my brother said, “She’s gone.” I said, “No...no, no, no, no, no...she’s not gone.”

Now, I didn’t feel possessed or anything like that, and the feeling faded away, but it was the most amazing thing for me. I saw this brown swirl just float right from her to me as she passed away.

This happened about 10 years ago, and I think what it really meant to me is that we’re more than just this physical body. Maybe we travel from body to body. It kind of got me wondering, really, what kind of creatures we are. Are we something like an energy force that we imprint upon, that we get imprinted upon, and we move from being to experience to experience?

My father passed away two years later, and I wondered if this was going to happen again. Thank God, I was fortunate to be with both of my parents when they passed. With my dad it was just a quieting of the room, as if he just left. There was nothing there. So I don’t really understand what happened with my mom. I’ve never seen a ghost; I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I have never heard of a story like this. While we were all there awake, I was the only one who saw it. My mom and I were very, very close. To see this...almost like a swirling gas come at me, it was kind of a shock, as you can imagine.

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