Paranormal stories 

I’m a RETIRERED RN. When I was finishing up my degree, I worked as an Extern on an Oncology floor, back in the early 80’s. I did this to conquer that requirement of death and dying, and to conquer my fear of the unknown. I was not searching for anything spiritual or paranormal, but I found that portion of my education, without formal instruction. One evening while on duty, one of the RNs became quite busy with admissions and an overwhelming amount of both meds and paperwork. One of her patients was slipping fast into an active dying stage, and the Nurse wanted her to have comforting measures as needed. She asked me to simply go in and sit with her and ad lib her care as needed. I entered her room, finding the patient fast asleep, but sat in the chair with one of my textbooks and simply began studying for my upcoming finals. A short time passed, and I quietly closed my book, realizing I needed to drain her Foley and finish her daily I and O report. The lady stirred and spoke . Believing she was speaking to me, I asked her if she needed anything or if she would like anything from the kitchen. She replied sweetly,”No dear. We don’t need anything at all, but if you’re finished with your studies, would you mind turning off the lights? And, please stay, just make yourself comfortable.” I told her I would gladly do that, and complied with her request, right after letting her Nurse know what the plan was, and handing her the completed I and O report. I glanced at the clock, noting I only had another hour before I was off duty, so I knew that I was basically finished with any charting tasks as I had only this patient for the rest of my shift. I shut off the lights, and closed the door, and settled into the recliner at her bedside. She was asleep, and her breathing was quite rhythmic. A few minutes later, she awoke and exclaimed there was a strange lighted tunnel in front of us, with sparkles moving up and down the tunnel. I personally thought she might be talking in her sleep at first, but proven to be quite wrong. She asked me if I could see the tunnel that was right in front of us. I had to answer her honestly, and simply replied, “No, Ma’am.” She described the tunnel as getting a bit brighter, and found it strange that the Sparkles were becoming fewer and fewer, but there appeared to be one that was getting closer, and she felt she recognized it. She kept stating she wished I could see it, but it didn’t matter anyway....it was the one thing she knew was REAL. Then she said someone’s name, a male name and was introducing him to me. She told him I probably couldn’t see him because I couldn’t see the tunnel, but she trusted that I was the only person she had met that deserved to learn what this really was. As much as I wanted to hear someone answer her, no other voice was audible to me. But it was apparent to me that a conversation was occurring on a mixed plane of reality, although I could never have verbalized my thoughts with any clarity back then. I had no idea what I was semi-witnessing at that moment. My patient said to her invisible friend and to me that she was a bit tired, and was going tto take a little nap before the next shift change because that’s when it gets too noisy. The room became quiet again, but I kept noticing movement and reflection on the television screen that was up in the corner of the darkened room. At first I passed it off as being a reflection from the light of the hallway passing thru the space between the bottom of the door and the heavily waxed floor, shining up on the darkened Television screen. There were what appeared to be shadows moving Back and forthe, so I figured shift change must be starting. Suddenly, the television screen reflections became very bright, but the television had not even been turned on during my shift, and there was no programming ... not even the static, it’s very hard to describe, but a bright tunnel appeared and two people were walking arm in arm away from the “camera”....and as quickly as it appeared, it all faded back to the silent darkness in the room. Silence. That was what I focused upon! No sounds. No rhythmic breathing. I stood up, turned the light on in the restroom so as not to disturb the lady....... I couldn’t disturb her. She had passed, and I believe I literally saw her as she walked into her new Reality.

My mother died when I was in 9th grade. Years later, my new husband and I bought a completely empty house. In it, was ONE thing, a newspaper from the day and year my mother died. To me, it was a happy greeting that she was heartened that everything turned out well.

I am terminal, so I naturally find myself watching videos like this from time to time when I feel brave enough to explore my future mortality. I spent 25 years in emergency services, as a police officer and a fire fighter. I was shot once as a cop, I have had building fall on me a a fire fighter. I mention that, becasue I lived a life I thought had prepared me to understand my death, if it came. Of course, I have been with countless people as they passed due to my job. I never found any of it peacful, but that was due to it being violent and tragic in most cases. So, I ramble through these thoughts, now as I lay dying under the slow consumption of cancer, I am afraid. Not becasue I am dying per se, but becasue I am losing for the frist time. I have fought death on so many levels and in so many ways in my career, and now it has the upper hand. I will hopefully find that peace you say is waiting for me. I know God and his presence brings me comfort, for I did what I know He asked me to do on this earth for Him. But in the end, I am human and we have our fears and frailities. Today, I feel brave enough to say I am afraid, and that's ok. I have a lovely wife at my side, who made it possible for me to "come hone" for my remaining time. (back to the town where we met and got married) I am not sure why I wrote all of this, but thank you for letting me be here. As we use to say when we got into a tight spot at work, and knew it might not turn out well, see you on the other side.

My dad was very scared to die. While he was in hospice he was looking in the corner and said "mama". I was so happy that his mother came to calm him down. What gets me is his mother died giving birth to him so it's strange that he knew who she was. I miss my dad so much!

I lost my baby son when he was only 2 days old. I was devastated and was crying all the time. While I was lying in bed crying one morning, I saw a beautiful light at the corner of my bed. In the light was a young man who resembled my husband but much younger and blond. He spoke to me ( not out loud but I understood). He said “ I don’t want you to be so sad Mom” He said it twice and then the light and he faded away. From that moment on, I felt my son was safe. My heart began to heal.

My grandmother passed at 102 years old. Her husband Bill (my grandfather) was gassed in WW1 and died shortly after the war. I was at her bedside when she passed and she was fairly well out of it at the time. Suddenly she sat up, eyes wide open, a big smile on her face with her arms raised toward the ceiling. She said, "Oh Bill, it's so wonderful to see you!" Then she flopped back on the pillow and died. Blew me away, but she died happy, that's for sure.

My friends 6 month old baby boy died of Sids. She was totally unable to function at all. One night she heard a voice calling to her,and when she awoke it was her son,as a man,all in radiant light,and he said " mother, i am fine,please don't cry,or grieve anymore. We will be together again, and he left the room. This comforted her,and she wasfine,from then on. ❤

When my firstborn died at age six from a very rare brain cancer, I don’t recall anyone explaining it to me very well about why it would be bad to give her an IV or food, or water. I just remember she didn’t want anything. I always felt guilty that I didn’t try harder to make her eat or drink, so it’s good that you’re explaining this to people. She did go through 4 days of what they called a “semi-coma” before she passed away. She also told me she saw Jesus, a few weeks before she died. 💗💗💗

I worked in a nursing home. I was in a patients room, she said to me “do you see the Angel? Its so beautiful-I thought she just had dementia. I politely told her no-I didn’t see anything, left , and didn’t think anything of it. I returned about 15 minutes later and she had passed. I will never forget that.

When I was about 10 years old I accompanied my grandmother every Saturday when she would go to the cemetery to visit my grandfather's grave, then we would go to a rest home where we would visit her mother, my great-grandmother, "Granny." My great-grandmother was quite elderly, blind, and bedridden but incredibly enough very sound mentally. When I was 13 my grandmother passed from metastatic breast cancer. My grandmother was very close held about her cancer diagnosis and never brought it up to her mother. Incredibly enough, my great-grandmother was still in the rest home, and she was still mentally cognizant. My aunts and I paid her a visit after the passing of my grandmother who had 2 living sisters, my grandmother being the youngest. My aunts decided that they would not tell my great-grandmother that her youngest daughter had passed but during our visit, my great-grandmother suddenly blurted out "Maria came to visit me and she said it is beautiful in heaven and I am going to love it there." We were all speechless and my one Aunt who had been taking my grandmother's passing very hard began to cry. My Granny, at 101 years of age passed away shortly after this event. I am 72 and have metastatic lung cancer, I am in palliative care and realize that there is no chance of "recovering" from my cancer. Throughout my life, I have had many "unusual" experiences convincing me of life after death. The words from my Granny were just the beginning!

I was a covering RN at Hospice in Lansing MI back in 2005, for another nurse who had sadly died and her associates were attending her funeral. Her name was Lisa, and her patients adored her, many were counting on her to be in attendance at their death. I was to visit her patients that day, and one was actively dying, any moment. I drove out the see her first. When I arrived at her care faciltiy she had already passed away, but the staff were in a state of surprise and some shock. They had not told her of Lisa's death and so the patient had no idea there was a funeral going on. She expected Lisa to show up that day. As she was dying she suddenly began to smile toward a dark corner of the room and raised her arm to wave and welcome someone. She exclaimed, "Lisa, you finally showe up!" and she smiled with such love and happiness everyone in the room felt startled and amazed. Within moments the woman closed her eyes and crossed over. Staff and family in the room felt convinced that she had left with her hospice nurse Lisa, who visited her and had kept her word, even from beyond the grave.

I am a hospice Music Therapist. I have seen this many times, including with my own mother and one of my cousins. Once a patient told me he crossed over into Heaven while he was sleeping, and described it to me. He said he kept getting sent back to tell people that the most important thing we need to do here is love each other. Another time I was sent to provide services to a patient who was imminent. I walked in with my harp and his granddaughter burst into tears, saying she had been praying for her granddad to have harp music as he passed. I assessed him and his RR was 4. I knew he would pass at any moment. When I began to play my harp he raised his head and focused his eyes and looked at me. I introduced myself and continued. A moment later, a young woman rushed in, crying "Granddad! I made it!" and she held him close. He had waited for her. Then he passed. I have been so privileged to be of service to these families.

I think there is a special place in Heaven for Hospice nurses! Thank you for helping not only the patient but the family get through the worst days of their lives. ❤❤❤

Julie, In 2006, my wife was diagnosed with ovarian cancer at the age of 46. Given 12 to 14 months to live, she lived 14 months. About a month before her passing, on a Sunday afternoon she and I we’re setting quietly in our living room, I thought she was asleep when out of the blue she ask, “Danny, do you see the angles” I said no and she then said, “ the room is full of angles, but they don’t have faces”. She never mentioned them again, but she did say later something about butterflies that continues to amaze me to this day. Three times within the first year of her passing butterflies did come, did unbelievable things, just to let me know, she was still present. Because of my experiences since her passing and channels such as yours, I no longer fear death. I truly believe we transition into another realm. Thank you for all of the wonderful knowledge you share.

I find it so interesting that shortly after coming into this world and shortly before exiting it, we have the ability to see spirits. It's almost like our consciousness is more connected with the opposite side of the veil at those specific points in one's life.

My father always blamed himself for the failure of his marriage to my mom. (They were married for 35 years). I was always told that my grandfather on my dad’s side (he died when my dad was 18 , so I never got to meet him), absolutely loved my mom. She took care of him while he was dying. This being said, my dad always told me, jokingly, that when it was his time to transition, he was going to have to duck down because my grandfather was going to deck him for choosing fishing over my mom (family joke). My father sadly passed at age 61. I was there with him when he took his last breath. He hadn’t spoken in days (he died from bladder cancer, it wasn’t pretty), but as he took his last breath, he spoke loudly & said in amusement “I told you I was going to have to duck because you weren’t going to be happy with me, pop”. I knew he was home. Also, during his death experience, I often saw angels right above his bed. I was the only one who saw them (my brother & sister & mom were there, too). One more story- (sorry for the long comment). Within a few weeks of my dad passing away, my youngest son, who was 5 yrs old, started asking me to turn his nightlife off at night. When I asked him why, (he had always been afraid of the dark), he told me “ because when papa comes to visit me at nighttime, heaven’s colors are so beautiful & I can’t see them as well with my night light on”. This was just the beginning of what my son would experience with my dad in the afterlife. I have some amazing stories. ❤

My 18 year old daughter seen angels before she passed . She would smile and nod at what ever they was saying . It gave me some peace . Kristen was calmed by them as well . She was completely in her right mind when this happened.

Wonderful video! As someone who IS terminal, I can tell you the worst thing isn't the fear of dying. It's the way other people allow their own fears to dehumanize and invalidate us. The work y'all are doing is SO importan! And I and, I'm sure, WE, are so grateful! Thank you for all you do!

My sister-in-law passed yesterday. Two days before, she saw and had a conversation with her mother and saw Jesus, birds and red roses. She said it was so beautiful.

When my mom was dying, I was in the room with her and I, someone clear -headed and healthy and awake, felt a fantastic presence I could only describe as holiness. It was weird because I can't remember ever feeling it before, yet I recognized it as a holy presence I was familiar with. That tells me it was from a better world, here to take her home. I've never before and never since felt it. I'm not one to usually talk like this but this was so evident and real and beautiful beyond description. Thanks Julie for your excellent work ❤

One day before my mother passed, she was in a coma. The whole family has gone up to her hospital room. While there, the Dr stopped in and informed us that she was in a coma, would not come out of it as she has started the dying process. Shortly after he left, she started mumbling something. My sister ran over and sat on her bed and put her ear closer to my mom’s mouth to try to hear what she was mumbling. My sister stood up and ran out of the room crying. I caught up to her in the hallway and asked what did mom say? My sister said that mom said her parents had come to get her and she wanted to go with them. True story from a real person who witnessed this

I also wanted to share the story of when my cat passed. I know some people don't believe that pets have souls, but I strongly disagree. I literally had Doodle his entire life, I watched his mama give birth to him, so I was there when he came into this world, and I held him in my arms when he left it. He had cancer and there wasn't anything the vet could do, but put him to sleep. He said I could take Doo home if I would prefer him to die there, so that's what I did. Doo slept a lot and in the end he stopped eating and drinking and I knew he was dying. I slept with him on the couch so he wouldn't be alone. He lingered that way for days and I couldn't take it anymore, so we made the decision to have him put to sleep. While my husband was getting ready to go, we had both been crying, I picked Doo up and held him and told him how much I loved him, but that it was okay for him to go and please don't make us do this. I was bawling my eyes out and rocking him, I said if you love me at all please don't make me do this... he softly meowed one last time and then went limp in my arms. Now you can say what you want and you can believe what you want, but I KNOW he was waiting for me to tell him it was okay for him to leave. He died on March 8th of 2019 and he would have been 16 years old March 11th. I stupid cried for days afterwards and then I had a dream, that someone knocked on the door and when I answered it there was this beautiful young girl standing there. She looked to be 14 or 15 years old. She doesn't say anything she just smiles then points downward. When I looked down there was Doo! He was so beautiful and healthy his black fur was thick and glossy, his big amber eyes were bright and shining. He looked radiant! He reached up liked he used to do for me to pick him up. I picked him up and buried my face against his fur. He even smelled like Doo and I could feel the vibrations of his deep purr. When I opened my eyes the girl had moved off the porch and stood there waiting and I knew I had to let Doo go with her. So I set him down and he jumped off the porch and walked to the girl. That's when I woke up. Say what will, but I know the Lord allowed me to see that Doo was with him and he was healthy and happy and will be waiting for me when it's my time.

Momma lost 3 babies before I was born. A few weeks before she passed I came into her room and she told me "Look! The children are playing!" And she told me my deceased sister's and brother's names. She was so happy.

My daughter died of cancer she was almost 4 years old. A few months later, my dad had a traumatic medical episode, He was hospitalized and put in intinsivcare. He had Ivs pumps all the equipment needed to keep him alive. he was on life support. I went to the hospital with my 18 month old daughter to see my father. As soon as I pushed the stroller threw the door my baby girl looked over to the corner of the room and said hi to her sister! It floored me❤

My grandma told she was scared to die . And I said “your raised my mother and you’re scared to die?” She laughed so loud and said “we’ll I’m glad I did because I got you out of it” 😂

Love your longer videos Julie! Please do more. What great lessons❤ I lost my wonderful Nana in 2004 at the age of 95. (And On my husbands 40th birthday!) As the family was gathered at the hospital on vigil my mom and aunts and I were sitting close to Nana's bed ( She had been unconscious about 18 hours by this time) We began talking about my grandparents favorite song. My Nana always sang it to me growing up. NONE of us could remember what the song was. A bit later I am down in the gift store getting a 40th birthday card for hubby and I saw a little porcelain doll with curly black hair ( Much as Nana's hair had been in her younger days) She was a cute little doll, and one of a kind there in the hospital gift shop. I turned the doll over discovering she was musical! And guess what I heard when I turned the small crank? " Let Me Call You Sweetheart" poured from the little doll, Yes, my grandparents ( Nana and her hubby grandpa George) favorite song!❤ My Mom, Aunt and I stood in awe and tears. Nana passed peacefully a few hours later with us all around her praying and the little musical doll serenading her. Some things have no explanation. Some things don't even need one.

My brother was internally bleeding after a car accident we were in. He said he saw our grandfather whom we were really close to when he was alive. He was surprised to see him and wondered what was happening. My brother had been complaining about the pain and my dad keep taking him to urgent care. They hadn’t detected the internal bleeding for a few days and he was about 2 hours from dying before my dad demanded that they do an ultrasound and prove to him that nothing was wrong with my brother. Luckily they complied with my dad’s request and did the ultrasound and determined he needed to be rushed to the hospital for emergency operation. My brother is still alive.

When my dad passed earlier this year, It was late at night (after 11 pm), and we had all been in vigil all day. I went to get a cup of coffee, and was turning to sit down (while looking at my brother, who I had been talking to), and I saw a twinkle-speed flash of light from Dad. I turned suddenly to him, and he was gone. I knew intuitively that I had just seen his spirit leave. It was very comforting to me, and I never had any issues with closure. He was gone, and in the hour after he left while we waited for the nurse and the funeral home to come get his body, obviously we were grieving, but for me, I was at peace. It was just his empty body there, I had seen him leave and that was that. I didn't feel the need to keep talking to him, or get emotional (beyond the sadness of him going), or anything. He was gone, I had seen it, and I knew it. It was a true blessing and it confirmed to me, beyond any doubt, that there is more after we leave here. We are Christians, so we believe anyway, but it was the first time I actually saw what, to me, is undeniable tangible proof. I saw what I saw. And when I mentioned it to the hospice nurse (and since then, others), she was absolutely unsurprised. She said hospice nurses have seen things like that a lot.

This works for animals too. When my beloved cat Loki was actively dying, he wouldn't eat or drink. The Vet gave him fluids, all went to his belly underskin and he urinated it all out. He was a little cold and very calm. I would talk to him, he looked at me, recognised me, even hugged me, putting both arms around my neck. Then he laid down and looked as he was seeing someone, and acted like he wanted to go way. He even tryied to grab his carrier to "get out", even when he couldn't stand up. My Vet insisted on more fluids and food, but after I saw your videos, I was against it and didn'd feed him, I told her he was leaving us. I just watched him all night and the next day he passed away. He was very peaceful and was very well taken care of until the end. I know I did the right thing and read the signs correctly. Your channel is really helpful. My family thanks you for helping us in this difficult time. Sorry for comparing animals to people, but I think Nature is wise and knows what to do.

I had a friend pass in a fire in 2001. I grew up with him & knew the whole family. It was days after his 27th birthday. About a month after he passed, I had a dream. I was in his mother's kitchen with his mom & he walked through the back door! I knew he was dead, but in the dream, his mother apparently did not. He walked up behind her & hugged her from behind. I was staring at him in confusion & he put his finger to his lips in a "quiet" motion. We all made small talk for a few minutes & I got up to leave. He walked me to the front door. He stopped & kissed me & I knew it was goodbye. He gave me a sad smile & I woke up. It's been over 20 years & I still remember that dream vividly. I visited his grave on his birthday the next year & a song that reminded me of him, "It's Been a While" by Staind, started playing as soon as I drove through the gate.

Thank you Julie. This has brought me comfort. I have lost all but my 93 year old Mom. When my paternal grandmother, Frances, was preparing to pass, She had conversations with my grandfather for 3 days. She said:'remember when we did that?" "Remember when we went there?" My grandfather came to take her with him. On the third night, she passed. About 6 months later, I was prepong their house to sell it. At night, in my grandfather's Bedroom, I saw three floating lights I felt as though they were saying hello. They are known as fireballs. It was my, grandfather, great, grandmother, and grandmother. All three of them had passed in this house. It gave me closure. I loved them very much

My Mom had end stage dementia. In May, 2022 she sat straight up. I asked if she was okay. "Yes, Im just talking to your Grandma." (Gram passed in 88!) That same night, she sat up and looked like she was petting something. "You're such a good girl, Sassy!" Sassy was her dog who passed 25 years ago. Mom passed in September, peacefully and surrounded by her family. I missed her so much.

My mom is a hospice nurse of over 20 years. She had a family who refused to believe that it was OK their dying loved one was not eating. The family decided to try to feed the dying loved one jello while no one was watching. As I’m sure you know….the patient aspirated and it was horrific. The family was distraught. I hope these people who are arguing with you over nutrition/dehydration actually listen to what you’re saying. Thank you so much for what you do. You are truly an angel!

My Mom passed away in 1981 A few hours before she passed away my brother was sitting with her & she was looking toward the doorway talking to "someone." She looked at my brother & said..."don't be rude say hi to your Uncle Herb (who died in 1959)". Then she looked back at the doorway & said..."oh, that's right he can't hear or see you." My brother said she was very calm, but HE had goosebumps! lol

My Mom was on hospice, she passed on monday, December 10, 2018. On the Friday before, she was acting so different, happy, giggly even. We had a picture of my Dad on the wall in front of her. She was pointing to him and said hes laughing at me. I said Dad? She said. Yes, he's standing right there. She said he said " I thought you were ready to come with me" I said are you ready to? She smiled and said yes. I told her mom it's ok if you're ready to go. She started the death rattle about 2 am. She passed early morning that monday. She also said that there were 2 little girls that were trying to play with her. It really was comforting to me. Thanks for sharing your experiences!

My husband passed in 2019 . As I held him in my arms and he released his last breath, I felt his spirit go right through me. He had said he wanted to go home and I told him several times he was home. He said no home with my mother and father. I knew he had accepted Jesus and I know where he is. He came back to me several nights later and kissed me good-bye. I sat straight up in bed to see who was kissing me and no one was there. I know it was him. I have never worried about death but I would like to go peacefully.

Also a hospice nurse. As a warning, this is long. I was working in a Hospice inpatient unit at the time. One of our patients was a very anxious, extremely needy woman with endstage COPD. Her usual nurse was off and she was assigned to me. I could see her sitting up in her bed in her room as I tended to my other patients in surrounding rooms. She looked unusually calm and relaxed. I sent the nursing assistant in to check on her and he reported back no issues except that the room was a little cool, so he had checked the windows and notched up the thermostat. This woman kept a humidifier going all the time and was atypical in that she demanded her room be kept quite warm. Once other patient care tasks were completed, I approached this patient's room and what I saw stopped me at the doorway. Normally, she would be panting from her building anxiety, fidgeting and fussing with items on her overbed table, plucking at and smoothing her covers repeatedly and reactivating her call bell every couple minutes. This night, she was sitting quietly up in bed with her arms around her knees and behaving as though she was hosting a party. She was murmuring and laughing softly and moving her head as one would when responding to different people. I was so stunned that I stood in the doorway and watched her for a solid two minutes. I finally softly knocked to make her aware of my presence. She glanced over, smiled at me, but went back to her "hostessing" without her usual increased respirations and panicky behaviors. I stepped to her bedside to remind her of my name and that I was her nurse that night. This woman typically didn't take having her routine altered well at all, but she calmly thanked me using my name and went back to her conversations with folks I didn't see. I checked her oxygen reading and it was a very respectable- for her- 92%. I checked her oxygen flow rate and offered to switch her nasal cannula to a face mask, her preference during her fitful nights. She politely declined, saying the mask made it diificult to speak clearly. She was wearing a thin sleeveless nightgown, and I noted the room hadnt warmed much from the assistant's adjustment. I told her I was getting her fresh ice water and a warmed blanket which merely earned me a nod. I bumped the thermostat up another couple degrees and left for my errand. When I returned, I draped the toasty blanket around her shoulders like a shawl, which she acknowledged by reaching up to pat my hand as I snugged it around her. This was not a woman who was known to express gratitude. I noticed that the room was noticeably more misty than it had been just a couple minutes before and seemed even cooler. I went around to the other side of her bed to check the humidifier settings and water level when I stopped in my tracks. The humidifier was sitting in its usual place; despite the definite mist in the room, the device was was unplugged. I asked if there was anything else I could do, and she said she was comfortable and that she knew to call if she did. I left the room, but the assistant and I continued to check back frequently through the night, every so often bumping the thermostat another couple of degrees. She continued to sit up in bed, murmuring and laughing. She barely completed her midnight nebulizer treatment and refused her scheduled 4am nebulizer when I took it to her. Normally, she would snatch the pipe out of our hands, greedily sucking in the medicated vapor. She never called for the "as needed" doses she could have. Previously, it had not been unusual for her to request them almost hourly if she was awake. I tended to my other patients during that night, but I spent most of that shift frequently checking in with my unusually calm and happy patient. After I had completed my last rounds on the others, I entered this woman's room to find her laying back against her many pillows, gazing at a point on the opposite wall near the ceiling and waving and calling goodbye. The room was cleared of its nightlong fogginess and now felt every bit of its 88° thermostat setting. She noticed me at her side and said "Oh, aren't they beautiful? It was so lovely they all came to see me, but could you believe their beauty?" Still having seen nothing unusual but the now dissipated wierd cold fog, I replied that I was pleased she had had such a pleasant, comfortable night with her company. She allowed me to help her with a few sips of water and to get her into her favorite resting position, then shooed me away to "hurry home and tend to those boys." I went in to the report room and told her day nurse about the night and ask that perhaps she begin rounds with that room. I then clocked out and left the building. On my drive home, it occurred to me that I had never told her I had 2 young sons, that shift, or any night previous when I had helped answer her frequent calls. I was off the next night, but when I returned the day nurse to whom I'd reported off had left me a note taped to my locker. She had indeed began her rounds with this woman, entering her room to find our patient had passed away in the very few minutes between my departure and the day nurse's entry to the room.

When my Grandfather was on his deathbed, I was too young to understand why the doctors told Grandma to take away his IV and nasal feeder. Thinking about how I felt when I was hungry, it seemed exceedingly cruel and heartless. How could they put him through so much pain? What I did not realize at that time was his body was no longer functioning. His stomach and intestines had lost adequate blood flow weeks before that - he'd not been eating properly for quite a while before finally going to the doctor. There was No Way he could process food and never felt hunger at all. It's a difficult lesson for those of us who are relatively healthy to grasp. When the body gives out due to age, hunger and thirst aren't really much of an urge. Trust your doctors to be truthful when they tell you they are doing everything to make your loved one more comfortable. WE may feel pain, but if we truly love the one passing, allow the medical staff to do the right thing.

This is kind of a different twist on a vision. The morning my 98 year old mom's last remaining sibling died I went into my mom's bedroom after hearing her call out. She did not know about the death at all, but I could tell she was upset. She said she was so mad because all her brothers, sisters and their spouses were sitting around a huge table with wonderful food, but they would not let her come in. She said, "everyone was there but they told me to GO AWAY ... that I win"!!!! That was two years ago, and my mom is still alive. She has been on Hospice for almost 3 years. I just now found your channel and am so happy I did. This is helping me to understand and prepare without guilt! Thanks.

The night before my m-i-l passed, she asked if we could see her husband sitting next to her in bed. “He’s sitting right here with his hand on my leg.” Clear and lucid, she had no drugs in her system. He had died 14 days prior and she said he was waiting for her to join him. They knew each other since early childhood and spent their entire lives together 💙

My uncle drowned in a river. His foot got stuck between the rocks. He was 19 years old. Six months later, my aunt dreamed about him. She walked into a room where there was 2 beds. There was a night table between the beds with a small lit candle. She asked him in the dream: why is there another bed? He said: it’s for you…we will be together soon. When she woke up, she told my grandmother and grandmother said: oh, hush now…it’s all in your head…3 months later, she was smashed into the wall on a boulevard by a drunk driver. She was 14 years old. My grandparents lost 2 children that year. They never gotten over it. This was 50 years ago. I absolutely believe there is something after death. There is more to life than just what we now. I’m so glad I found your channel. I’ve been looking for a professional who works in a hospice discussing things like this. Keep up the good work.🙏

My cousin told me this with a bit of a twist. She was sitting with our grandmother and then grandma started talking to grandpa who had died many years before. My cousin then noticed that she was staring towards the foot of the bed so she looked up and she saw grandpa, too! She was quite disturbed at first but then she relaxed and really appreciated seeing him.

I am a hospice nurse of 20+ years. Families often find this disturbing, my answer is " we can only help someone just so far in their journey and there is someone there to help them the rest of the way." They find some comfort in the thought that their loved one isn't alone.

My Grandma passed in 2018 at 106 years old. Before her passing she'd lost 2 sons and a daughter, the daughter was my mom passing in 2013. Grandma had also outlived her 6 siblings, husband and all her friends too. A couple years before Grandma passed she was very lucid and would tell us about these people visiting her. Some in dreams, some nin waking time. Her son would play songs on his guitar for her to ease her loss over him. They would give her info she couldn't possibly know. In 2015, she'd had a dream my mom came to her and told her I had cancer. Just on that chance, I went to see a Dr. who did tests and said I was ok. Then I saw mom in a dream and got a message of concern. I went to the Dr. again and was told nothing was wrong with me...just my age. All tests ok. I said I wanted a mammogram. On that test it was discovered I had stage 2 breast cancer. In remission now.....but I do believe they still keep in contact from the other side.

My wife's grandma is dying, she most likely has maybe a few more days left. However, she is very comfortable, and from time to time she will look up at the ceiling a smile super big. For me and my family, it's comforting that she is having a peaceful experience, and thanks to you, I understand everything that is happening is normal. Watching her transitioning is absolutely beautiful and it has changed my perspective on death. 😮

Death is the most misunderstood thing in the world. Thank you for bringing us this beautiful information ❤

My mom passed away about 5 years ago from a glio brain tumor. About a month after her passing late at night I was going around the house right before I went to bed to make sure the house was locked and secure as it's something I've always done. While I was making my rounds I had this extremely overwhelming feeling that I wasn't alone as I never experienced that feeling before especially to that intensity. Really hard to describe that feeling, but it's almost as if my soul was making a connection with something unseen by my physical being. Everywhere I went in the house that overwhelming sense followed me as my wife and kids were already upstairs asleep as I was physically alone in my house. I made my way to my bedroom as like I said my wife was already asleep and that sense was still with me that someone was standing over me while I lay in bed watching me. I couldn't get to sleep as I lay there for well over an hour tossing and turning as that internal feeling was keeping me up, until I got up and took a melatonin and finally I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning that sense was completely gone as it had left the house while I was asleep. Went downstairs sitting at my kitchen table eating breakfast before work and my wife was in the next room and she piped up and said, by the way I had a dream last night that your mom knocked on the front door and when I answered it she was standing there on our front porch looking much younger and with a big smile on her face said, "I'm back."

True story, several years ago my mother was hospitalized for COVID and one night I visited her and she said she to me, "guess who visited me today, your Uncle George and Aunt Florence" I told her that was impossible because they had died many years before. She insisted, "No I saw them, they wanted me to go with them but I told them no I don't want to go". My mother was lucid at the time and died 3 weeks later. That has never left my mind since.

One of my particular experiences was; One night, while I was watching TV, I heard a voice say “there’s my grandson”, but the voice came from a direction different from my TV. At that moment, I knew my grandfather had passed away. The next morning, my mother walked into my bedroom and said, “your granddad died last night” I said “I know”, she said how did you know that, but I didn’t want to answer.

My Lil Mama was talking to someone else we couldn’t see & she said “I can’t, I can’t get up” so we are guessing someone was saying “Come on Dorothy, it’s time to go!” But she couldn’t figure out, possibly, how to pull her soul out of the physical body. She passed with 12 hours of that. It was comforting hearing her talk to someone on the other side❤️

When my mother was in hospital during her last month or two of life there was a little old lady opposite her. She never spoke, just sat and watched. Anyway, a few hours after visiting had finished, this little lady said to my mum, "your husband was here until late" my mum thought she was confused and meant her son. The lady said "no your husband, he was sat on your bed, he was wearing an overcoat and trilby hat" my mum was so un-nerved telling me what the lady had said. My dad had died 20 years earlier and the little lady described him perfectly!! The overcoat, hat ! It was summer by the way and no one was wearing a coat of any description. My mum died not so long after

My best friend's husband suddenly passed. and 8 months later she passed. Her daughter told me she was actively dying. I was very upset by this news. I got up and went into the kitchen to put several soggy tissues in the bin. When I turned around she was there!!! Yes, my friend was actively dying and yet she was appearing to me. I wanted to see her before she passed, but I no longer drive and I was so very upset by the loss of her too was very hard for me! I had always thought I would go first!! And that was not happening!! But there she was!! It was such a sweet experience for me to have!!

You are angels to do this kind of work everyday. With such kindness. My only child my daughter passed in 2021 of Metastatic Breast Cancer at the age of 40. Hospice men and women taking care of her did it with such kindness. It’s the hardest thing I have ever gone through and I miss her so much. Thank you for helping others understand things they wouldn’t know unless they been through it. Big hugs to all of you that help Your all angels on earth 22:13

I, too, was a hospice nurse. The day my mother died in hospice, she awoke and was obviously greeting a line of relatives before she died. Her mouth was moving for several hours. My patients often looked up at the corner of the room and were obviously seeing into the spiritual world.I never saw any angels in their rooms. I was sent angel to push my car off the exit ramp on the freeway when I was 7 months pregnant and had 3 small children in.the car in the winter at night. He just appeared and did not have a winter coat on. When I turned to thank him, he was gone!

My father had been slowly losing functions for some time, and it was a severe urinary infection that brought him down enough to start hospice care. The doctors got him past the infection, and we made him comfortable in a hospital bed in our living room. But interestingly enough, during that infection he'd lost all fear of death. He told us that he had been traveling through the galaxies, in his words. During the next month or so until he died, he saw relatives long gone, and also kept saying how much he wanted to return to _"las galaxias."_ (He spoke little English.) He died comfortably, knowing where he was going. Since then, the family gets together on the anniversary of his death, and I always make a galaxy cake for him.

My husband and I provided hospice care for his father. Binge-watching your videos showed me everything I needed to know to keep him safe and comfortable, If not for the videos, so much of what happened would have been stressful for us; but from the videos, we knew what to expect. In the final weeks, my FiL saw people and pets that had long passed. For the last four or five days, he didn't want food and soon after, he didn't want anything to drink either. On the last night, I could tell by his breathing that it was time. I sat up with him all night and held his hand and talked to him. One of the last things I told him was that if he needs to go, it's okay, that I'll take care of his son. He passed quietly a little while later, The pauses between breaths got longer and longer until finally, he just didn't inhale again. He was happy to die at home with us and we were happy to provide the care he needed to make it so. Thank you for your amazing channel.

Both of my parents had loads of visitors we couldn't see during their last days. Dad's deceased mother and best friend came to see him in the hospital as well as several more at home. Mom's deceased siblings started showing up months before the death. It was a convention by the end -- the entire last week she was holding court with people we couldn't see. Luckily the caregivers and hospice workers educated my brother and me that it meant we were probably near the end. It was comforting to see for me.

I saw two angels one on each side of my mom while her oxygen was dropping and I was praying waiting for an ambulance. Her oxygen was on low 30s when they got there. I have no doubt what their purpose was.

oh my GOSH!! I love this! I was 10 years old when my father died in the hospital! I didn’t know he was dying… he came into my bedroom and walked towards me when he passed… I will never forget it! When I woke up, there were lots of people in my house…..

My father asked "where did Sudie (his deceased sister) go?" We asked "was she here? " He answered " yes and she said she would be back later." He was in hospital and passed later that day. I knew he was leaving when I heard this - there was an affirmative glance between my mom and me. He was completely lucid, his heart was giving out, and he was not afraid -it seemed perfectly normal to him that his sister had visited. It gave me peace and I know that we die alone, but we are NOT alone! Thank you for a space to address these issues.

These videos are extremely comforting. Thank you for sharing. ❤

My husband’s Oma (grandma) said that her brothers and her late husband had come to visit on separate occasions to welcome her home. She welcomed the visits and said it was almost time to move on. Oma was Catholic and would pray daily. Her priest would stop by and pray with her a few times a week. The night she passed, everyone came to take her home and she went gently. ❤️

As I write this I sit bedside with my 93 yr old mother who is in hospice. Her wonderful roommate told me this morning when I arrived here, “your Mom was talking to someone this morning”. Since she had had no visitors & no one else was in the room,I can only assume she was visioning. Your videos have been a source of education and comfort for me during my mothers death process. Thank you so much.

I listened to a podcast with Dr John Lerma, author of the book "Into the Light", pre death experiences. It fascinated me! My grandmother was 100 years old, in my aunt's home for hospice. My mother and her 2 sisters took turns holding vigil over Grammy until she passed. I asked my mother if Grammy ever talked to anyone not present in the room. She surprisingly that yes, Grammy did! She caught Grammy talking, "There you are, little boy! Why is it you never talk to me?", my mom told me. Then one day Grammy asked mom, "Donna, who's that tall man sitting in the corner?" Mom told her she doesn't see anybody. Grammy said he had a black tall hat and suit. Mom never did find out who the man was, but that Grammy definitely saw him. She also asked my aunt Carolyn if she could hear the music? Carolyn asked, "What music?" Grammy said she can hear the angels singing!! It's wonderful!!

My mother said she saw a man and a woman were walking up the driveway. She was in a hospital bed in the back of her house, so she couldn't have seen her driveway. She said, "maybe they're angels coming to take me... Or maybe they're just Jehovah's Witnesses." Humor until the end. Nurse Julie got me through these past several months. My mama died last month and the sadness is just hitting me more and more. So I thought I'd come back to watch Julie. I'm so grateful for the time i had to take care of my mother, to hold her as she died. I think it's keeping me from being more of a wreck than i am right now. Thank you to all the wonderful hospice nurses out there.

My dad passed 13 years ago. He had visioning the moth before he died. Had FAMTASTIC chats with his deceased mom, dad, friends. Right when he died, he did the reaching up. A week later, I had a dream of him on a train taking a journey. He was happy. It helped me. Alot.

I Was present when both of my parents passed away. My dad Would pat his bed and tell his childhood dog to jump up just 24 hours before he passed. My mom at the time she was passing looked to the corner of the room and asked like she had seen something wonderful. She would also speak to people I could not see.

I was settling on the edge of my mom’s bed. She was talking to me and stopped, looked over to her left and said “I’m not ready yet, can you come back later.” Then she looked back at me and continued our conversation. Another thing she said after several days of no communication or being awake, without opening her eyes and said, “I love you Kim” Both these moments where so very special to me.

Today marks the 6th anniversary of my wife's passing. I feel so comforted by you postings. My wife was a hospice volunteer for 8 years. Thank you so much.

A friend of mine had a massive stroke sitting at a traffic light just after leaving my house. He was of course taken to the hospital. I got a phone call from his # weeks after it happened. It was his brother. As soon as I heard a strange voice, I knew something was wrong. He filled me in about what happened and let me know that my buddie....his older brother was brain dead and moved to Hospice. It's hard to lose someone you are so close to.....we all know that. All of you that work in Hospice, or any Medical field...I cant see how you do it. I cry at total stranger's funerals. Y'all are a special breed and we love you all for it

The first words I heard in my spirit... Fear Not. Many, if not most, people have a fear of dying. That said, it sounds just like our loving God to send a "friendly face" to escort us into death, so we won’t be afraid, or as afraid as we might have been. One thing is for sure. Some day every one of us will find out the truth for ourselves. Thank you for sharing your stories!

My Mema passed in August, she carried on full conversations with my Papa, her parents and all of her siblings ( she was 99 and had out lived everyone else) I never left her the last month and a half…but 5 days before she passed she was telling me about her late night visitors, one was a man who washed her feet (I still get chills when I say it) being 99 she was a very conservative person so she pulls me down and whispers, I’m sure glad he didn’t wash any higher 💜🤣 that’s my Mema! The other 3 “visitors” were still there 2 men 1 woman who “crocheted crocheted and crocheted” again my Mema whispers I think they’re from NY (like it was a dirty word)🤷🏻‍♀️🤣 and told me they were starting to get on her nerves, could I ask them to leave? Yes ma’am I’m on it🫡 ! So I politely told them visiting hours were over, thanks for coming by, opened the door walked out and came back in🤷🏻‍♀️ where she thanked me profusely and said she was proud I still used my manners 💜 I miss her so much

Im on hospice and recently i feel the presence of a family member in my house. Usually my gram who passed un 1975. What I find to be confirming is that my Blue Heeler spends considerable time starring at something that isn't there. She sometimes follows it around the room. Unless I call her or scratch her and talk, she will continue following whoever it is around the room. Very comforting

Thank you for this conversation. My brother went into hospice my mom was getting him settled in . My brother told my mom that grandpa was in the room. My mom said hi dad . My brother is was not on any meds. This happened 4 days before he died.

You are the best. Down to earth and honestly telling the way things are.....But with compassion.

My Mom had hallucinations a few weeks before she died. Although bed bound, she was at a party drinking champagne and eating chicken. She was laughing it up with all kinds of people having great time. I though it was really weird but just went with it because she was happy. She made gestures of eating and drinking. She was telling them all about herself and her life. She loved to have a good time. Later in the day the church Deacon visited Mom and was “introduced” to my uncle, Mom’s brother who died years earlier. Mom had a peaceful transition and died at home as she wanted with me, my brother and sister next to her supported by hospice. It was beautiful although very painful to say goodbye and let her go. I had a lovely vision of her saying goodbye a few hours before her passing. She has been gone since March and I miss her so much. Love you Mom❤️

When my father was in the ICU. He told me there was a young man standing in the room. I asked what he looked like and I got this decription. He was in his late 20s early 30s. He wore jeans a t-shirt and a long sleeved (light blue denim) un buttoned shirt with the tails hanging out. He had dark brown hair, short with a wave in his bangs, swooped to the side. Dad said he was just standing there. A day later he said; "my mother is here". I said; "hi grandma"! He said she wasn't talking, but wanted to know if he was ready. I asked; "are you "? He said no. He said she was looking around as if she was looking at others. Later that evening he said that there were children playing on his bed and in the room. He seemed very happy to have them there. I relayed all this to his nurse. She said it was all very normal. She said the one about the young man seemed like the patient who died that morning in the room nextdoor. Dad was on the mend and soon to be transfered to another room, but before that happened the nurse came in to tell me that the mom of the young man came back to thank the nursing staff for all that they had done. The nurse relayed the story about dad's vision. The mother said that the way Dad described him was just like the clothes her son was wearing when he came into the hospital.

My mum was in the active dying stage for 10 days before she finally passed. I hope she experienced the peace you talk of. It was a pretty traumatic experience for me to watch her like that for so long. I think she was holding on because she was scared. It came on so fast for her, too. We didn’t even have time to talk about all the important stuff before she went into her vegetative state. Same with my dad. No peace that I know of. Super fast, no closure. He was also isolated because of Covid. I wish peaceful passings for all and their families. It’s so much harder to grieve when it’s not peaceful for the people we love most.

My father only wanted vanilla ice cream at the end. Then nothing and he moved on. I wasn’t present at the time. Your channel brings comfort in knowing he wasn’t suffering, and I now believe he was in utopia where he could have as much vanilla ice cream as he wanted 😊while he waited to enter Heaven. God bless you and the work you do.

Two stories. First was my grandmother. Born in 1896 and was failing in 1986. To hear you talk now, she was shutting down, getting ready to go, not eating at all. I drove up to visit the weekend before she passed and I felt someone should be doing something. I started talking to her trying to entice her, listing foods that I thought she might accept, she wanted nothing. Me, being Mr Know-it-all made her some chocolate pudding. I went back into her room when it was ready and told her what I’d made for her….. her last words to me, “I’ve always known you were a witch. You were the one that could always make me do things I didn’t want to.” Then she ate three spoons full, and said, “Thank you, I love you. That was good.” I left town Sunday evening and had to drive back Monday night. The next was my aunt that passed in 2001. She was laying in a hospice bed chattering away to folks that weren’t there. Smiling, laughing…. Then she got this very stern tone to her voice, “I cannot believe you! How can you sit there and ignore your mother like that?” I asked where she was…. And without missing a beat, she’s standing right behind you - her hands are on your shoulders. I’d lost her 11 years before that…. and it was the hardest thing I’d ever gone through. I told my aunt I’d be right back, went to the hallway and lost my mom all over again. Nurses started rushing into my aunt’s room thinking that she’d died. That was the first time anyone ever explained visioning to me. Dear God, I hope that’s a real thing.

It happened to me. When in the hospital I saw my dead family members, my late husband and people I didn’t recognize around my bed watching me. I thought they had come to get me. Later that night I woke up with a room full of nurses and a doctor and a crash cart. Idk

My Step mom tells the story about her Dad. He had a surgery scheduled to replace his knee. A week before the surgery he told my grandma that his late relatives (his parents, her parents and a granddaughter that had passed away) were visiting him and talking to him. He had never had anything like that happen before that. He died on the operation table.

Julie, thank you. I was with my Mum & Dad when they passed and witnessed a lot of what you have described, regarding visioning whilst still very lucid, and physical changes when close to passing. I was never worried about where they were going, but concerned that they were in discomfort (death rattle etc.) but now I know they were not aware of any of that, and completely comfortable. I lost 2 of my children too, and am comforted by your stories, shorts and video’s. You are quite special you know 💝xx

Thank you for your channel. My son's rabbit passed on December 12th last year. This week after midnight, all 4 of our rabbits starting thumping loudly. My son was still up making some noise. I asked if he could be quiet. The buns still persisted and all looked in the same direction. I felt Cottonball's presence, even though I could not see her. I saved some of her wool and let each bunny smell it. They acted as if they recognized it. I told her that we loved her and missed her. Although I could not see her, I felt her presence in our younger rabbits' playpen. I reached done to pet her and acknowledge that we knew she was there. I believe she came to say goodbye. I believe in an afterlife and that we will be reunited with all family, including fur babies.

Julie, 1st I just love your channel. This particular video was really special to me. I’m 61, and haven’t thought of this in years, but it was a profound special moment that I, and I alone, witnessed. Let me preface the year was 1980, and at that time, the drinking age was 18. My friends and I went to a club for dancing, drinks, and fun. The golden age of MTV. I didn’t arrive back home until @3:30 am. My grandma was visiting us for a couple of weeks up from my Aunt’s house in Cherry Hill, NJ. It was late, and of course, I was sneaking in being as quiet as a church mouse. Tip toeing, I reached the bottom of the stairs and could hear my Grandma talking softly to someone. It made me stop instantaneously because of the hour. I listened at the bottom of the stairs until she was done talking. I then quietly walked towards the bedroom she was staying in to see if she needed help. She was such a sweet person. The room was my bedroom that she was using while she was visiting. I asked her very quietly, “Grandma, who were you talking to”. The conversation had to be, at the very least,15 minutes long. Without missing a beat, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Oh, my darling Joe”, (my Grandpa). She never got over his death. Grandma was 11 years older than Grandpa, but she would only admit to 10 😂. He died when I was 14 of a massive heart attack while washing up one morning. Here shaving one minute, dead on the floor the very next minute 😢. She was so much older, we never dreamed he would go first. I then scanned every nook and corner, but obviously couldn’t see what she did. She told me, “Stop looking, he just left.” I sat on the bed with her, and I asked her, “what did he say to you”? She told me that he said to her, “don’t worry darling, we shall be together again soon ❤”. She asked him how soon, and he just answered “soon”. Even at 18, I never questioned what she was telling me was true. Probably because of the paranormal events I have had. She died 2 weeks later. Skeptics would always say, “well she was 91, how long do you think she was gonna live?” I actually take pity on people that they are so closed minded and can’t even entertain the idea. They know it all. Listen, everyone is different, and just because they don’t believe doesn’t make my beliefs wrong. You just have to know who you can and cannot talk to about these things with. Though I believed well before 18 (started when I was 5), this was one of a few that were so profound to make me who I am today. I felt honored that she felt comfortable enough in telling me this very special story. She knew I believed every single word she said. You’re a very special person, nurse, and human being for all you do, and the all the education you give. God Bless 🙏.

I volunteered for hospice for about eight years, and I never seen such beautiful passings, I would say 80% of my clients were ready to die and happy about going to meet their loved ones that they talked about all the time, and both my grandmother's died in the same hospital two years apart and they were ready to meet there maker and they both had tears in there eyes when leaving us, they are definitely with us in spirit

Your videos have been really helpful. My Mom is in hospice and is near the end. It has been an interesting experience. She told me 'The angels are here' and also her cat. For most of the time she has been in what I refer to as a hallucination bubble, although I personally don't think she is hallucinating; I think she may be interacting with the other side or in another reality. Every once in a while, she would invite me into her 'bubble' and on one occasion she asked me to grab that book (which wasn't in this reality) and write in it for her. On another occasion, she handed me money or valuables from her 'bubble' and told me to put it in her purse for her. For the most part, she has been singing and smiling. I consider it a privilege to have been able to be a part of this experience.

A close friend of mine was after a accident dead for 30 minutes or so and years later he told me everything he has seen while he was in heaven. He told me that heaven is much more real than our earth 🌎 Since several years he is finally in heaven 🙏🙏🙏

My Dad saw his deceased parents and siblings a couple of days before he passed. He said "The others are here." He was telling them he wasn't ready to go yet. The following day he told them he was now ready, and passed the following morning, peacefully in his 95th year. He wasn't on any medication at all. As for eating/drinking, whenever we asked him if he wanted food or drink he would say no. The last thing he ate was the tiniest bite of fresh baked still warm birthday cake (it was close to his birthday so a cake was made early for him). He said it was very nice but didn't want more so we didn't push it on him. We would wipe his lips with a moist sponge so they didn't dry out, but he didn't want to drink. He suddenly became much better for about an hour some hours before he died and we sang his old favourite songs and played music for him, told him how much we loved him and prayed with him. He had a very nice death.

Hi Julie, I was a hospice nurse for the last 6 yrs of a 23 yr nursing career. I always worked in nursing homes & switching to hospice nursing was the best, rewarding move I ever made during my career. Everything you are saying is absolutely true. I've seen some of the most amazing things I've ever seen in my entire life. Being able to educate the family of the dying process is so rewarding, after their loved one passes, they hug you, thank you & tell you they couldn't have got thru this without me there to understand what their loved one is going thru. The family is more at ease & peace with the understanding of how the body is shutting down, becoming detached from earthly things & people as they are seeing the spirit realm & about to pass over. I could tell you hundreds of beautiful stories that I have witnessed & had the honor to be with that family to help them thru it all.

I just came across this video. It was nice hearing other people had experienced what I did with my dad. He was dying of COPD and went through different kinds of delirium and confusion. About a month or so before he died the most beautiful thing happened. He had been suffering so much and had been pretty much sleeping for a whole week. Then one day my mother called me to come quick. I ran down the stairs in a panic. I thought something was wrong. Instead my dad had woken up. Was sitting up and laughing. He was blowing kisses and reaching his arms towards someone we did not see. My sweet daddy was a serious man and rarely ever showed such displays of affection or excitement. Always was dignified and composed. My mom and I were so stunned and happy to see him so happy. We were crying and I asked him " Daddy who is it? Who do you see?". He said "my momma!", as he continued to blow kisses towards her. It was so beautiful...he got winded after a bit. He cupped his hands over his mouth like he wanted to be heard far as he could...he asked "which way do I go?". I'll never forget that moment as long as I live. It helped comfort me and helped my mother and I both to know he wasn't scared to die. Knowing loved ones were gathered, waiting was such a relief. 4 years after my father died my 18 year took his own life after a bad fight with his girlfriend. The biggest fear in my heart was where was he at that moment. Understanding the process of after death became the most important thing to me in a instant. That experience with my father gave me a bit of comfort. Knowing grandpa would come get my son. I kept finding myself telling my son...find grandpa honey...momma loves you. Now you just go wait with papa for the rest of us. I was so afraid my sons soul would be stuck. So I told my other grown kids to just keep talking to him. Tell him everything will be okay...to go find poppa and not to worry we would find him when our time came. Someday when my time comes..I will be so overjoyed to be greeted by my sweet boy and my dad. I find myself seeking these sort of afterlife videos. They help my broken heart. Thank you for all these beautiful stories. They truly help and comfort those of us needing a extra bit of reassurance and me hope. ❤

The week my grandfather passed. I believe it was actually the day before. He became conscious after a week of being unconscious and opened his eyes, raised his arms, and said, "Look at all of the beautiful people!"

As a retired nurse myself I had encountered very many episodes of the paranormal and death.

I heard my Father singing in my Spirit after he passed from this world. It was as a portal open for those few days. And on the third morning I was emptying the trash and straightening up over at my mom’s house and I heard, ‘I’m so proud of you the way you take care of your mother.” And then I felt the portal close and never again heard my Dad’s voice. But the peace last forever. Yes I miss Dad but I no longer grieve. I just look up on occasions and tell him, I love you Dad.❤

Thankyou Julie. People don’t realize that to do your job you have to be very strong emotionally. 👍🏼

Love you Julie. Today is Divine Mercy Sunday. My mom is gone 12 years. I miss her terribly. Well at 3:00 PM today - which is known as the Divine Mercy Hour, I asked my Mom to send me a sign. The lights in my living went on and off 3 Times. Praise Jesus. ❤️❤️

My Mom had a great conversation with Jesus. She would say, (looking up at Him by her bedside) “Oh, I see” and things like that. I wished I could have heard the other side of that conversation! Her time of dying was very Spiritual in a lot of ways. ❤❤

Hi Julie. My dad just passed away yesterday. Your videos were so helpful in helping me prepare for my dad leaving us. Thank you 🙏🏽 ❤

Hi Julie, I was so excited to happen upon your video here. I love what you do for us…lots of people are posting on this subject now and some are truly very good but nobody does it better than you. This is your calling. Well done and thank you🤗❤️ My dad passed in 2019 & my mom passed one year later. Mom had been hospitalized many times due to showers of strokes caused my loosened plaque (stupid procedure to clear the external carotids) Anyway…the last time she was in the hospital was in March. I went to visit her one day in the hospital and when I walked in she said “Your dad was here today”. I kind of panicked thinking, no! You can’t go yet! She said “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere for a long time. He didn’t come in, just peeked his head in the door. He said he wasn’t here to get me yet, just stopping by. He had passed 9 months before but she was just so matter of fact about it and I had no reason to disbelieve her. (Even though she’d had strokes she was sharp as ever…could discuss current events, remembered dates, her list of meds, her 19 grandchildren and all their birthdates…something I couldn’t even do! Lol) Well, she didn’t go anywhere right away but she did leave us in June. I went to her house and found her in her recliner, book in hand, tv on, head crooked at an odd angle…she had left the body. Both of my parents (I’m convinced) made sure to leave without me there. She died less than two weeks shy of the one year anniversary of the day my dad died. 9 years later my dad’s brother died and I was with him when he left. My aunt, my cousin and I had just taken showers at the hospital (we’d been there for a few days straight at that point) & changed into comfy clothes we had run across the way & purchased at Walgreens. It was July 4th. When we came back in to the ward the nurse told us that he was getting ready. She had given us a booklet describing what active dying was so we knew it was close. Just 2 days before he had been sitting up, laughing and joking with us. In the several days preceding many family members had been in to visit. We were seated in chairs all around his bed. My cousin was holding her baby granddaughter on her lap…she, the baby, was laughing and seemed to be playing with someone right next to me…someone the rest of us couldn’t see. On the night of July 4th, just as the fireworks were exploding in the sky, my uncle made his exit. My cousin cried out just as his last breath was escaping and his body slightly raised off of the bed as if he was being pulled…I’ve always thought it was his soul having a tough time letting go of his body.

Bless you, Nurse Julie. I lost both of my children quickly. One died as a two year-old of meningococcal meningitis within twelve hours. The other died almost immediately in a car accident. I know none of these things happened at their deaths, but it’s comforting still on some level. I have no medical proof to back it up, but I think my baby had terminal lucidity because he became coherent and “normal“ for a few minutes before he went back into a state of delirium . This was in 1978 when no one talked about this. I’ve always felt that he came back briefly for us to see that he was “okay.” He died an hour and a half later.