What happens on the Death Bed 

I was next to my husband with my hand on his chest. He had been in a coma for two days. I was saying I love you over and over. His eyes never opened but he mouthed the words I love you, then his heart stopped.

About a month before my mom died from lung cancer, she told me that she saw her best friend of 50 years, who had died 4 years earlier, reaching for her from Heaven as if to greet her. She also said she saw two shadows in her bedroom doorway. She was not scared at all and said she sensed they were her parents, my Grandma and Grandpa.

In 2012 my husband was in the hospital and mostly unconscious. He was 81. I stayed with him on a bed next to him. Our daughters showed up and told me to go home for a while. I left and I was barely out of the parking lot when they called back because he was dying. He was very private and extremely protective of me. Two days before he grabbed my hand out of the blue and said: I love you. I’ve always loved you and I loved you for two. 42 years before I told him I didn’t know if I loved him enough but he said I will love you for two. He did. He was saved and I cannot wait to be with him again. I’m so old that it won’t be long and I’m not afraid at all.

I had a dog experience terminal lucidity. He had been unwell for a few days, not eating, lethargic. Then , he got excited anddecided he wanted some of my pepperoni. I gave him some. Went outside with him. And he died. Keeled right over dead. He was a great dog.

I’m dying from a rare ovarian cancer & am thankful for your research and information. I’ve been with several family members at their death & I know understand what I saw. To be with someone at death is a blessing

I had a shared death experience with my little boy. He was 5 and he took me with him. I watched him run into the arms of his sister, which I miscarried 10 years before. They were both whole and beautiful. Even though I experienced that I struggle daily missing my sweet little boy. 😢❣️

My husband put his hand up and said three things. “One day at a time. I am always with you and We are all one”. I framed these words and look at them every day

my Mom sat straight up in bed and reached forward and said “Momma, Momma” like she saw her Mom come to take her with her! And she was reaching for her so she wouldn’t leave her behind !! I know in my heart that my Mom left us at that moment… she didn’t stop breathing until 2 hours later but I know she left us when her Mom came for her!!! It was a beautiful moment!! I’ll never forget that moment!!

My late grandfather had been comatose for a couple of weeks, in the nursing home. He was 97. Eyes closed for weeks. The day he died I was with him, and I had called my mom, his daughter, to come back because I heard the "Rattle" and just knew he was dying. Still breathing laboriously, he never opened his eyes. I was holding him with my arms under his armpits when he took his last, long, noisy breath...and on inhalation his eyes flew open (I got to see his big beautiful blue eyes!!) and HE SMILED!!!! My parents shouted out,"LOOK! LOOK at that SMILE!! Can you see it??" I asked my father what time it was and he said "4 o'clock" and my grandfather stopped breathing, and sunk back to the pillow, supported by my arms. It took 30 minutes after his last breath for his heart to stop beating, and he never took a breath that whole time. That heart muscle had just worked so hard for so long it wouldn't quit, even without oxygen. The nurses and the undertaker who eventually came for him all said they had never heard of a heart beating that long after no breathing. All I know is that his eyes opened and he smiled, like he was seeing Jesus Himself, or his loved ones or all of the above, and he was HAPPY!!!! Miraculous....his daughter, my mom, just passed last year and she waited until all of us had left the room, a very private person. We had all said goodbye. I hope I go out with as much beauty as they did. Bless you!

While my 93 year old mother was in hospice, I was privileged to be alone with her for the final 14 hours of her life. She was totally unresponsive although her vitals showed that she was still alive and breathing. Suddenly, her face filled with color. She looked like a young woman again. It only lasted for a few minutes. I told her she was beautiful. She died within the next few hours.

My mother passed from metastatic breast cancer in 2008. The cancer had spread to her bones and, as a result, both of her hips had broken. She had a double hip replacement and was placed in a recovery/rehabilitation facility. She was there for over three months trying to recover the ability to walk. Throughout that time I was with her everyday. She was lucid and her usual lighthearted and unabashedly cynical self. We would watch tv together and I would bring her tasty food from outside of the facility in which she was housed. We were told that hospice was necessary and we resisted. Like most other people we really didn't understand what hospice could actually do for her. Like get her back home and more hands-on care. I wish that we had placed her in hospice sooner. Eventually she did come home and, about a week before she passed, we put her on hospice care. The hospice nurses were amazing, but nothing like you, Julie. They did not explain the process of dying at all. I think that this was mostly due to my and my mother's refusal to accept the eventuality. It would have been beneficial to me, at least, to know of some of these things beforehand. Outside of nurses, I was her primary caregiver and I was living in the same home with her. She did experience visioning (it was weird to hear her talking about being in a different place with old friends that had already passed). She may have had a surge but it was hard to tell with her because she maintained full lucidity almost up to the day that she passed. I never witnessed the reach or the death stare. I also did not experience the shared death. The night before she passed, the hospice nurse administered to her a morphine patch to help her rest. She had been resisting sleep for months, only taking short and barely restful naps. She had a fear of falling asleep and not waking up. That morning after I woke and checked in with the hospice nurse and made sure that my mother was comfortably sleeping, I took her dog out for our morning walk. By the time I returned, about 15 minutes later, she had ceased breathing. She died peacefully in her sleep. She was a private person to some degree, especially when it came to her physical body and I firmly believe that she waited for me to be gone before she passed. She was also very protective of me and my feelings. Since then I have had a couple of visitations. One being very powerful and visual. She appeared to me while I was on a road trip and let me know that she was at peace and that it was time for me to let go of my personal feelings of guilt and regret about how she passed and the events that led up to her passing. It was the most incredible feeling and I instantly started crying, which was problematic since I was driving through a snowy mountain pass at the time. I pulled over to the side of the road and spent about an hour reminiscing and the sense of peace and well-being that came over me has not left my memories to this day. I love and miss you, mom! You were my best friend and the only person on this earth that I truly trusted to always be there for me and for all the other people that you cared for. R.I.P. - Terry Ellen-Adele Gannon Janes, born December 28, 1945 died September 8, 2008

I hope my beloved cat Fiesta and all my cats that I loved visit me. I miss her so much.

I hope my comments help give comfort to someone. My brother, 38 years old, was a kidney dialysis patient for over 12 years and was in the hospital for a routine procedure when he suddenly collapsed in his room. They were able to revive him but he was in a coma. The next day a childhood friend came to visit us in the ICU waiting room and told us my brother had prayed with him when they were kids and led him to faith in Jesus. We never knew about this, but we were blessed by our friend sharing his testimony. We didn’t know what to expect during the coma experience, but the medical staff said he had sustained brain damage. During our next ICU visit with my brother, I held his hand and told him about his childhood friend’s visit and shared what he had told us. My brother’s eyes immediately fluttered and rolled back as he lightly squeezed my hand. We knew he could hear us!!! He didn’t recover from that event and died two days later. But looking back, it was a blessing to know he could hear us at that time. So don’t lose hope with your loved ones during times like this. Keep talking and loving on them while you can!❤

My mother at age 100 is nearing the end of her life now & I’m so grateful that I found your channel.

My father was someone who didnt like fuss. He was in hospital for a month with a brain tumour. I left the hospital with everyone else apart from my brother whome my father trusted the most. My sister came to me to tell me he had passed. He died alone with just my brother holding his hand. I believe he waited till we had all gone so he could die without everyone standing around him. Other than my brother. A month later my mother was admitted to hospital with terminal cancer. She was only in a week before she died. We all made it to the hospital just 5 minutes before she passed. She liked having family around. I believe that she waited Till we all got there to say goodbye. Thats my belief. This all happened 6 months ago

The experience I had was a month after my dad died under hospice care. God allowed him to come to me in a vision (not a dream). He hugged me ( I could feel it) and told me he was okay and I would be okay. I believe this was God's special gift to help me get past my grief because I had been crying myself to sleep ever since he passed. Even 13 years later, I remember every second and every tactile feeling of that and I'm so thankful. I found out a few years ago this is called an after-death visitation.

My Dad passed in 1995,, I only wish I could've had all this info available to me back then. Thank you Julie for getting folks educated.

Perhaps not quite any of the things you describe -- but when my wife was dying of pancreatic cancer, a day after the doctors had given up on her and had sent her home, I was sleeping in a living room chair, and I had the most vivid, "real" dream I've ever had. In the dream, she walked out of her bedroom, she looked at me, and she waved her arms up and down, as if to say "I'm free! I'm free!" I felt a sense of comfort.

Dear sweet Julie , thank you. I found your channel two weeks too late but nonetheless you have been of great comfort and support . I cared for my beloved mother at home with Parkinson’s dementia. Last 7 months my mum was basically in bed, couch or wheelchair. Either way mum was “ with it” apart from some downtime hours every so often. Mum was a beautiful and gracious woman a true friend and giver . I really struggle post our loss. However, I’d like to mention to you and readers of this conversation, as you mention in this video, exactly one month before mum passed away she was talking and seeing my 15 years ago passed away father, I loved and cared for him till his end also, I said “ mum who are you talking to?” When she said your father, I intuitively froze and said to myself: shut your mouth Andrew ( that’s me) and go with it. I asked what had he said. She said he’s going to the garden, I asked her if she would like me to prepare lunch for us all, she said Yes , he’ll be hungry… Ohhh my heart fluttered as it took me back years when our family home was full of love and life . My beautiful mum got infection and passed after 4 days. Palliative care nurses kept saying to me she’s full of love and not in pain and she went very peacefully. It’s been 2.5 months now, and my heart aches to say the least . Your information on visioning is spot on in my reality with mum. The science can say what it likes, I believe in my heart and mind theirs some truth in what the people see, I call it the invisible world. I don’t think we are meant to ever understand it. May all our loved ones rest in peace and you Dear Julie be blessed and happy and well to continue your work for as long as it makes you happy as I’m sure you only know how you feel. It’s comforting knowing these videos have the potential to help others get through perhaps the saddest time of their life, it certainly has me. Love from Australia 🇦🇺

My dad went into a deep sleep about 6 days before he passed. 3 days before his final day here he woke up and was talking and animated, talked on the phone & looked so good. A few hours later he went back to sleep and never woke up again. My brother and I stayed with him around the clock for a month. The one hour we both stepped out, the only time we were both gone, he died. I know he waited for us to leave & I was kind of mad at him for it. After the shock wore off, I realized he did that as his final act of protecting us from having to see him go. I've always hated goodbyes & he knew that. The funny thing is, when I kissed his forehead and told him that we'd be back in an hour, a single tear rolled down his face. He knew that was our final goodbye. He died 20 minutes after we walked out the door, his only son & his only daughter.

Before I had a human son I had a dog “child” and he was very much my child. My husband and I had him for almost 12 years. A couple of months before he died he began having seizures. Our vet wanted to get him a pacemaker because his heart was slowly giving out and causing him to have these seizures. We opted to put him on medication instead even though we knew it wasn’t a long term fix. The day he finally died I was taking a nap beside him. He was sound asleep in my husband’s recliner and I was on the couch. I began having this dream where I was floating up to heaven and being greeted by hundreds of people welcoming me! I felt so incredibly good that it’s impossible to describe! Then all of a sudden I woke up and I 10:23 looked over at by beloved pet and he was very still laying in the recliner but it was evident he had passed in his sleep. I always felt like I had experienced his feeling of going up to heaven! I’m curious if you’ve ever heard of this as a shared death experience? As with pets? I will never forget this experience and it happened 30 years ago!

My daughter died in 2012 after coming home under hospice. I had prayed that God would allow me to be there when she died. The next morning I woke up and was going to linger in bed for a few minutes but I felt that the Lord told me to get up and go. I got to her house and my son in law had just gotten an emergency call from work and needed to go take care of it. He told me during the night she went into a coma and stopped responding. I walked into her room and said Heather mamma is here baby and immediately she took two breaths and was gone. I knew she had waited for me. I saw her face relax and I knew when her spirit left. Thank you Lord for hearing my prayer.

I saw my late husband being pulled from his body and felt what I termed his soul passing through me right before he died. When he died he had the most peaceful look on his face that I had ever seen. He looked like there was no more pain.

As always, Julie, excellent video and information. I was a long term care nurse for 35 years. With the exception of the shared death experience, I've experienced all the others. This is not directly related to the subject, but it has to do with the husband passing away of one of my nursing home residents. She had dementia, but knew her husband visited her every day at supper time. After he died, she asked every day when Paul was coming. I would remind her that Paul had passed. Each time it was like she was hearing it for the first time. It was awful, I always thought I should be truthful with my patients. In her case, I decided to lie to her, telling her Paul had already been there. She would think about it a moment and then say, "Oh yes, I remember now." Better to tell her a fib, than have her experience his death for the first time every day. She was a fascinating woman, she was a retired ER nurse from Cook County hospital in Chicago. She had been Miss Pepsodent Smile 1938. She was quite proud of that, and even in her advanced years, her beauty still shown through.

One of the first things I was told by a nursing instructor with many years of experience, “If someone looks you in the eyes and says ‘I’m going to die!” to BELIEVE them. And, for my few decades of practicing, I never forgot that. I saw it a good many times- always believed them! 💕

*NurseJulie, truly believe your book and channel should be issued upon every Hospice referral!* 🙏🕊️

Yes I did palliative care nursing. All those things is very common and comforting for those dying. But one x teacher popped back to show me she was still teaching…this time me. Before dying She had been crying that she was old and no longer could teach and I had reminded her of the lessons she taught nurses…dignity and strength. She then stopped crying for she understood it was true. She was a beautiful human being and I was very fond of her. She appeared on my night shift some days after she passed away. Said nothing but made sure I saw her, smiled her beautiful smile and walked away. I ran after her but she disappeared and was gone. She taught me we go on. Now I am palliative care, and I was cleaning out my cats litter box wearing overalls and my name was called out in exclamation and laughter. It was my sister absolutely. She had died years ago. I called back to her…”I’m not ready yet!” That was about a year ago, she had just paid me a visit I think. And I’m still not ready - I want to meet my grandchild. So much to live for. But I know my time will run out and I won’t have a choice but I’ve been so lucky to have the time I have. Im pretty much pain free for the most part. I have great inner peace knowing I have prepared my son and am surrounded by love every day by my animals and family. I have been so lucky to have the experiences I have had in nursing and otherwise. I know I’m not supposed to be here but I am so I make the most of it. It’s a joy to be alive. I thank the prayers of many people who have gotten me this far. And Jesus. “There are no atheists in the trenches. “. It came from WWI. If you are one remember it. It will help you when you need it most. ❤

I had a shared death experience with both my grandparents. My grandfather was in top shape, no one thought he would die soon. A week before I was in my room and a very sad feeling came over me, I told my mom grandpa is going to die... no way, you're crazy... a few days later I got him on the phone and everything was fine, so I pushed those feelings away. Exact a week after I had that crazy "idea", he suddenly died of an aorta rupture. When the family gathered and my mom told them I predicted his death, I was silenced and not allowed to talk about it. My grandmother died 5 years later. Also very sudden, not expected. On the night she died (she was alone in her house) my mom and I had the same dream. In the dream we were drown to the house but we couldn't reach it, in my dream something said to me go to my sister first, go to my sister... now she had a sister and they were not on good terms, I believe something/ someone gave me the message she wanted to reconcile with her sister before she died. After the funeral I did go to her sister, I never met her before and it was very comforting to meet her and to end the endless feud in our family.

I volunteer at my Church's group for adults with learning disabilities, something which I love. A couple of years ago, one of our ladies sadly developed terminal bowel cancer. She was also a Christian. Having a medical background, I was all too aware of what she would go through. I prayed for her every night. She was comforted in the knowledge that she would soon be in Heaven. Then the one Sunday night, I was praying for her & I destinctly felt Jesus tell me that this lady was safe with Him now & no longer suffering & that I didn't need to pray for her anymore. Two days later, we were told that she had passed away on the Sunday afternoon. It still brings tears to my eyes when I remember. Not a shared death experience, but an indescribable feeling of joy & relief of knowing where she now is, even though we still miss her dearly & remember her fondly. Maybe I was allowed to experience her joy & relief, but I may never know if that was the case.

I now know that it was not just morphine when my grandmother heard "wonderful marching bands in the hallway downstairs" at the nursing home a few weeks prior to her death in 1996. I appreciate your content and I know full well it will help me in the future. Thank you Julie!

I wish I could have had some of these experiences with my daughter when she passed, but she was intubated and unconscious in ICU for 25 days. I did talk to her, and I hope she may have known I was there. I know she is okay and healed now and we will see each other someday, but I still struggle to know if she had peace at the end.

I have a very good example of someone who deliberately waited / postponed their departure. My grandmother held out until two days after my brother was born, just long enough for Mum to come home from the hospital and for Gran to see and hold him. As soon as that was done and she'd seen her first grandson, she let go and died that night. She'd been fighting the dreaded C-Word and deserved her rest, but she wasn't going until this last task was done. :)

My dad was bed ridden and dying then suddenly had a burst of strength sat straight up in bed trying to get out of bed then he died the next day. It was very surreal!

I'm 66 but when I was very young I visited my great aunt. I had only met her a couple times in my life. When we were about to leave she took my hand in both of hers and said something to me, I don't remember what it was. But I remember feeling this soul connection to her. It's very hard to explain and I've never felt this before or since. When I was in junior high I found out she had broken her hip and believe she died not long after that. I remember I woke up at that time with this terrible pain in my hip. I never had a pain like that and I knew I hadn't done anything to cause it. I could barely walk down the hall at school. I never told anyone about this but I really believe I was somehow feeling her pain.

I was praying over my dad as he was leaving us when his bedroom became full of warmth and he exclaimed MOM! I kept praying. Dad passed the next day.

My good friend did the 'reaching' and spoke to her dead son. That was about three years ago and she still eating hearty and watching Netflix!!! Some people, right ?

I wish to God I'd had your videos as a tool to help me prepare for my mom's passing in 2020. I know things now that I didn't know then, things that would have helped me learn what to watch for as the end got closer. Her hospice team was great with her, but they didn't support us the way they should have in preparing us for her death. My three sisters and I were with our mom as she died. We sat with her, talked to her, held her hands and stroked her hair, told her it was okay to go home, etc. As her breathing changed and her skin color, we never left her side, but we weren't mentally prepared for actually witnessing our mom take her last breath. I know my mom went home to heaven, but watching her die was the most gut-wrenching event in my entire life. At least I'm better prepared if I ever have to go through that again with someone I love. Thank you for the much-needed info you give us, Julie

Yep! We stuck around with Dad, and it got to the point that we were all exhausted. Dad knew we were an hour away from the hospital. He passed 30 minutes before we could get to him. He was very private with his health, until he knew he was in serious trouble, like when he had cancer. He needed me to take him to his appointments and treatments. It’s been 2 months, and today is Dad’s Birthday. I miss him terribly.

When my father was dying, my brother called and said Dad was asking for me. I'm not close with my family, and live far away, but hopped on a play to spend a 4 day weekend. Dad perked up, we talked a lot, got to spend some time together. He looked awful, but was still drinking liquids, napping after his pain meds. When I had to leave on Monday I was a mess, but I couldn't stay any longer. The next day he died. I firmly believe he waited for me to get there, and then waited for me to leave. My step mom who was a hospice nurse described the death reach. Not going into the family drama, but my stepmom really helped me by describing his death experience to me.

My mom had the surge back in 98 amazed all of us it was great a month later she died, I miss her everyday!

I had the shared-death experience with my grandmother in 1968. My mother had gone to visit her at the nursing home. She was not well, but we had no reason to believe she was about to die. As i heard my mother's car return home, i had the most intense certainty that she was gone. No sadness, just realization. When my mother died in 2021, she was in hospice care in Florida and I was with her in California via an internet camera at her bedside. She had been unresponsive all day and we could hear the death rattle. Suddenly, she came to, looked at my brother who was in the room with her, took his outstretched hand and said, "I love you." Then she immediately passed. It was very meaningful for my brother.

I had a shared death experience in 1978 when I was in college. I was a bell ringer at my church in Boston, and one Tuesday evening, when I was on my way to bell ringing practice, I went into a kind of reverie of ringing the "Nine Tailors" (the traditional death knell) for the rector of the parish. There was no particular reason for me to be thinking of this. I had seen him two days previously, and he seemed to be in perfectly good health. He didn't have any health problems that I knew about, and he was his normal self on Sunday. I came out of this reverie standing on Beacon Street, without having any memory of just having walked across the Boston Common. I made my way to the church. On arriving there I discovered that he had just been found dead of a heart attack. I've had similar experiences over the years, but this first one was the most obvious and direct.

My mother had a day in the hospital where she was all of a sudden alert, talking, and wanting to eat some of my french fries. I was so happy thinking she was coming home the next day. The next morning the hospital called and said she wasn't responding and she passed away. I was so devastated and I felt guilty for not spending all that time with her. I rushed home to get her bedroom in order instead of enjoying that time with her. Now, I know for the future. Thanks for sharing this.

I know someone that was walking through Dollar Tree with her mom. Her mom all of a sudden said “I feel strange” the she collapsed and died. She had a clean bill of health.

I know this is about humans but working in senior canine care they can experience the same thing. Terminal lucidity, agonal breathing, ECT.

Yep..dad kept looking in the corner..wasn't sure who it was but he was there... Died the next day

My Uncle passed away from Melanoma in 2020. He was in hospice care and I visited him when I was in town. I was devastated to see how much the cancer had taken a toll on him and I knew he didn’t have much time left. I’m glad I’ve got to spend the last time with him holding his hand. I remember his thumb slowly stroking my hand. I believe he was comforting me, telling me it was gonna be alright. My Aunt told me that ever since I came into the room, he hadn’t taken my eyes off me. Just a couple days later, after those who could come to visit and see him, he passed away. My brother and one of my cousins couldn’t bring themselves to come and I believe my Uncle fully understood that and was okay with that. He knew we loved him and would miss him. So when he knew that he had met most of the people he wanted to see before he left, he left. I miss him a lot. I miss his corny dad jokes. I miss teasing him about his irrational fear of cows. I miss my friend. Watching your videos has reassured me that he went peacefully, surrounded by the people he loved and who also loved him.

6:00 my grandfather was put into a nursing home very alert and healthy for the most part. He was the envy of most of the residents there because he got around well without any problems. One day, he got up and had breakfast . Later, he had lunch still with no issues. His roommate told us that just before he laid down to take a nap, my grandfather told him , " I think I'm just going to go on home" he never woke up. It's as if he willed himself to die. I've thought about this issue for over 23 year's. Thank you for mentioning something like this happening to someone. I really miss him.

I find all of this so comforting. Whether or not there is anything after death, it's still nice to think I'll see my dead relatives welcoming me, even if it's some kind of hallucination. It's good to know there's a mechanism that will ease our passage.

When my Mom was dying, & she was saying who was in a line beside her bed, it included my Dad (who had been dead decades) & hey I looked beside me. When she was having a very deep conversation with Jesus (uhhuh, yes..Ohh, I see!) how I wished I could hear the other side of that conversation!! 😊💙✌🏼🙏

I was devastated that my sister (chose?) to die right after I left to go home. We had been taking shifts with her. My other sister and mom were by her side when she passed. Some think she waited knowing I don't handle death well. I feel she waited because she was mad at me. I was chatting with visitors, bringing up stories from our past, and weirdly still in denial. She was completely unresponsive and I thought she couldn't hear (I still don't know). But, desperately wish I knew about Nurse Julie's channel back then. My sister and I were close and she knew how much I loved her, but I hate the way it all ended. I know she is at peace, but I am left with regret and uncertainty. Life (and death) is hard!! Thank you, Julie, for you book and your channel. I can't change the past, but I have learned valuable lessons for going forward. God bless you.

About 2 weeks before my dad passed away at his care home, I was Facetiming him and he would randomly keep looking up towards the ceiling, and say random things about needing to go home, or how someone was coming to pick him up, and I had NO clue what he was talking about (he had dementia, so his words could be a little all over the place so I didn't put much thought to it). I had never heard of visioning until I started watching your videos upon his passing. It all makes sense now, and it makes me so sad that during that Facetime, he was basically telling me he'd be leaving soon and I had no idea at the time 😢. Thank you for educating us on all this stuff, it's such a great help.❤

Wow. The shared death experience description is so real. I felt it when I hugged my mom three weeks before she died but I didn’t know what it was. We hugged before she left for a road trip with dad. When we pulled away from that hug and looked into each other’s faces, I had an overwhelming feeling that it was the last time I would see her. I worried during their trip that they would have a car wreck and she would die. That did not happen and they returned safely. But three weeks after that horrible feeling, she had a massive stroke and died. The next night, as I laid in bed crying, I felt her hand on my shoulder. She came to tell me everything would be ok. Same thing happened 11 years later with my brother. He and his wife came for a holiday visit. As they got into the car to leave, we hugged and said our goodbyes and I felt that I would never see him again. I felt a black cloud hung over me. He died one month later in a botched surgery and the black cloud went away. Do you think some people can sense that shared death experience more than others? It’s creepy to feel that someone is going to die but not really know it or when, then it happens soon after. I don’t want to feel it but I just do. Those happened 20+ years ago and I remember every detail of their faces, their scent, their clothing, everything like it was yesterday. I do have a history of premonition like feelings about other things as well and I remember details of past experiences that no one else remembers. My memory is very sharp, almost too sharp. Helps me in my job but sometimes I’d like to forget things but I can’t.

My dad died in 2016 from PCA. He was on morphine but had been pretty agitated the weekend before his death. He kept getting out of bed and trying to "go home." He needed to go back to Illinois. He also did the death reach a couple days before, and the staring at the ceiling. He said what sounded like "I see 3" - his father/mother/brother had passed before him. We had to transport him to a hospice b/c his wife couldn't manage his agitation. I saw him the night before he died and sat with him and read to him. The next day he died with his wife in the room, one tear ran down his face and he stopped breathing, that was it. I got that after he died, and the whole room smelled of something like roses/candy, but not that sweet. I have felt more alone since he left and miss him every day.

My mom died when I was 17. She had cancer and was taken to the hospital the night before. I went to school the next day with my younger brothers and sister. I rode a school bus as we lived in the country. I felt something pass over me and knew immediately my mom had died. I ran in the house panicked and saw my sister-in-law face and screamed she’s dead. I took note of the time I had that feeling. She died at exactly that time. I cried and grieved so much. She came to me in a dream and sat in my bed and assured me she was fine. It was so real. Since that time I have experienced 3 times having the spirit of an immediate death of people. 2 times were neighbor boys that died. I was awake so no dream. I saw them in my kitchen both times and one that had epilepsy drowned from a seizure. He looked at me like what happened. The second was asphyxiated. I felt him rushing around my kitchen in a panic. He left my kitchen when his family left in the family car for the funeral. When my sister-in-law died she came to my bedroom door and just stood there. Didn’t see her just knew she was there, happened 2 nights in a row, I was wide awake. The house I’m living in now had a death before I bought it. I would hear a picture that was light weight move if anyone walked past it in the hallway. It happened many times and I was the only person in the house. I then saw him sitting at my dining table. I asked the neighbors if anyone had a picture of him. Yes it was him. I was never frightened with any of these happenings. He has since left after I saw him. I now expect to get visitations.

Almost exactly 11 yrs. ago,my father was in the hospital,getting ready to go home,after an unexpected emergency hospital stay at Brigham`s and Womens in Boston(we live on the Dowmeast coast of Maine,a couple towns over from Bar Harbor)and to evryone`s surprise he contracted sepsis and started going downhill fast;he was soon unconscious and slid into a coma;to cut this story short,my brother was called and told the situation and he was on I-95 heading south ASAP,a 4,4.5 hr. trip..the nurses caring for him said they had never seen a stronger person--Dad held on for nearly 5 hours,with all his organs shutting down for my brother to arrive and come to his bedside;he placed Dad`s hand into his and left us almost immediately.........April 27,2013

What about confessional behavior? I shared a hospital room with a diabetic man who was terminal, I was a young adult with a severe leg injury. He was brought into the room in an unconscious state. Various relatives came in to say goodbye and pay respect. My roomie remained unconscious. Then, out of nowhere, he gargled and called out, “Bobby, Bobby I don’t know why I …” and he launched into a heart-felt confession and expressed regret for some mid-life crisis that came between the brothers. Then he sat up and looked at me and began talking to me as if I was his brother. We were alone, no nurses and no visitors around, this was the middle of the night. So after an instant intuition came over me, I started to answer him quietly as he asked my forgiveness and his broken voice was heartbreaking to me. I spoke to him for a couple minutes, I said kind and supportive stuff. He grinned and tears came down his cheeks. I told him I loved him and always knew he loved me. He sighed. Nodded a “Yes” gesture and smiled. Then he sighed again, more intently, laid his head back down on the pillow and died. The beepers on his cardiac feed or whatever called the night nurse. They swarmed him trying to revive him, unsuccessfully. I was really moved to have been present for this man. I didn’t feel guilty at having spontaneously impersonated his brother Bobby. I was amazed to have seen a person die in my immediate vicinity- he was 5’ away - and I was the last human being he communicated with. I didn’t say anything to the nurses. I never saw his family again, as they moved the body to the hospital morgue. I never had the chance to tell them what happened that night. It left an impression on me that is both distinctive and unique while also feeling entirely natural and universal. I’m glad to have helped this guy settle some old issues that bedeviled him to his last bed.

Julie- your videos were so comforting for me as my father faced the end of his life from Alzheimer's. Thank you!

It may sound weird but I had a shared death experience with my dog. I work nights so was sleeping. I suddenly woke up and knew something happen. I ran outside in my pajamas and saw her in the road. She had just been hit. It’s been many years and my heart still hurts thinking about it

My Dad just died last week on Hospice. I was sitting with him and he started to do the death reach. I called to my mom and brother and we sat and watched it unfold. It was an amazing experience to witness. At times he even looked as though he was saluting and he had served in the Army. He also looked as though he was giving someone a hug. It was very much a spiritual experience for all of us. It was peaceful, amazing and wonderful. A special memory in such a difficult time. He died a day and 1/2 later. Earlier in the day he said, “Mom”. His hospice nurse asked him the next day if he had seen his mom and he said, “Yes.”

A year after my father passed I was on a really bad, scary date. I felt my father hug me and whisper in my ear to leave. He was there protecting me. Never heard him again but he was then that night so many years ago. Thanks dad. He gave me his good name and his strength. Miss him daily. I appreciate your insight as a hospice nurse.

My dad died in 1997 at 81. Two weeks before he died, my folks celebrated their 42nd anniversary with cake and champagne - the last food and non-water beverage he consumed. I *know* he was hanging on until the anniversary. My mom, now 93, is under hospice care at her nursing home; no idea when she'll be "going home."

Julie you are a number one angel. Yes I absolutely experienced what you were talking about with close family members of mine that were actively dying. Your words are so comforting and exact to what I personally witnessed with my family. My uncle that was dying suddenly had this burst of energy right before he died. He tried to get off his bed and I said to him what are you doing you are going to get hurt. Once the whole family left the room he passed away. When I went back in the room I was the one who found him dead. I ran into the hallway and said to my cousin I think uncle Ted is dead. Also, my father passed away last June 2023. For two to three days before he died he kept reaching up for something. I told the hospice nurse that he keeps reaching up for something. She told me that it was normal. I couldn’t understand why he was reaching up. I was baffled. Also, the day my father passed away I said to him please don’t die and he said no. However, when everyone left his room he died shortly afterwards. The hospice nurse told me that he was protecting his daughter who was me. He waited for me to leave because he knew that I didn’t want him to die. 😢

We took my mom off of life support following a stroke. We waited what had to be 12 hours and she was just hanging on, refusing to go. We left at about midnight and she passed within 3 hrs of us leaving. I thoroughly believe she was waiting for us to go. Thank you for the validation.

When my mom died I KNEW. I felt a happy, excited energy about her. Then the phone rang and I knew it was my sister calling to tell me that mom had just passed away.

At 62 years old and in minustry, I have seen and experienced everything you are have described and been able to comfort and educate many people.

Your videos have been so helpful. My mom passed March 11th in hospice and went downhill suddenly so I couldn’t be there due to being far away. In early April my father declined rather quickly and was moved into home hospice in assisted living where he lived. I had been there just two weeks earlier pre-hospice and had made flt arrangements to fly there on a Mon. but changed it to Fri. after speaking with a hospice nurse who said she did not think he would last a week. On April 11th while in an airport hotel for a 5:30 am flight the next morning, I was called and told he just passed. I missed being with him by about 12 hours. Beforehand I had all family members call me and leave a VM for him and I combined them to one audio file I was going to play for him. I somehow had a feeling he may not make it through the night so before going to the airport I text the audio file to one of the hospice people to have them play it for him which they did. A few hours later, he was gone. Later, one of the nurses said, maybe hearing all those messages from people who loved him made it so he could say, okay, I’ve heard from everyone that loves me so now it’s okay to go…

My Dad’s death was not in hospice, but the nurses in the hospital wing where he was knew he was not leaving alive. He had a couple surges, actually. The night he died, he told my brother who came to watch Monday night football with him that he was no longer interested in the game. My brother came home perplexed because my dad lived for football. I said that was it, he was going to die. And he did that very night. I felt at the time that he chose to and you’ve confirmed that. I was always sad that he died “alone”, but he died the way he lived-under his terms. ❤

Hi Julie I want to share with you a “death reach” I had when I came home from hip surgery. It was not really a “death reach” per sae but I experienced it while the anesthesia was wearing off. I had been released from the hospital the day after my surgery. I had a couple of friends stay with me to help I would be sitting up on my recliner having conversations with them. Sometimes they were coherent and other times NOT. I was conscious of my mumble jumble and tried very hard to make sense. My friends would chuckle and I would smile. We all knew the anesthesia had not worn off completely. It was during my incoherent moments of mumble jumble that I would reach my arms up as to grab something or point to something. I was very conscience of where I was and who was in the room with me. I could understand what they were saying. Sometimes I answered coherently and sometimes not. I never saw anything or anyone nor did I hallucinate. I have witnessed the “death reach” a couple of times. I did not know why they were reaching up or what it was called. Thanks to you, I learned what that reaching “up” is called. And in both times my brother passed away within a few days, maybe a week. With my friend’s father, I witnessed the same thing. We all did but did not know it was the “death reach”. Now. Here’s a NEW ONE for you! Bet you haven’t seen this type of “death reach”!!: So my friend’s father always liked me. I was like a second daughter to him. Poor guy was laid up in a VA hospital bed for 5 long months before he passed away. A couple of weeks before he passed away he reached “up” with his arm. He also kicked the sheets away etc. One early evening my friend, her cousins and I were in his hospital room. They were talking about wine and joking around. Suddenly her dad “woke up” and in a loud strong voice said “WHERE’S THE WINE??!!” We were all shocked he was alert! It lasted for a few minutes. Now for the drumroll! My friend stayed the night. Sometime around 9-10pm, her dad suddenly woke up and spoke loudly “RENE!” He was looking at the doorway. My friend who was just sitting there, said “WHAT did you say dad?” He looked at her, repeating “RENE!” She asked “What about Rene?” He replied looking back at the doorway “Tomorrow me and Rene are going” (Rene was her brother who had passed away -via suicide- 4 yrs earlier. Nothing more was said and back to sleep he went. Now very early the next morning, my friend called me to tell me the doctor was going to remove his feeding tube and for me to be there And here comes the unique “DEATH REACH” you have never experienced (I THINK) otherwise you would have mentioned it I arrive and all the family is there including his wife who went every single morning for 5 months and stayed till 4 pm when their daughter and I would relieve her I arrive. Go to his bedside and in a cheerful voice say to him “MR A! HERE I AM!” He immediately opens his eyes, raises his arm STRAIGHT UP IN THE AIR REAL FAST!! He also looks right at me! LOL Everyone wondered what that meant!!! Including ME!!! I was also a a little embarrassed because he didn’t “salute” anyone who walked in before me!! That evening his wife, daughter and me stayed all night as the doctor had told us he had maybe 24 hours to live. I tried to talk to rest of the kids to stay but no around 9pm they all decided to leave. (Unbelievable!!!) Around midnight the nurse came in to tell Mrs A, she was turning off the machine (so she would not hear it flat line) Me and her daughter left the room so she could be with her husband Btw, he had an oxygen mask on him About 1/2 hour later we returned and the 3 of us stood by him. Mrs A closest to him and me beside her. The daughter on the other side of the bed. A few minutes later he opened his eyes, turned his head very slowly to look at his wife. They locked eyes for a good long minute. He then turned his head back to where it was. I think he saw me too. He closed his eyes My friend then says “CAROL!! HIS SPIRIT IS TRYING TO LEAVE!!! The nurse who had been monitoring him from her station rushed in, told his wife she was removing his mask. With that, Mr A was gone Sorry for the long post. Hope it was worth reading!

My mother passed when I left the room which I always have regretted, but my family insists she waited for me to leave, even though it was only for a few minutes. Also when I got home, my grandfather clock stopped exactly at the time my mother passed.

My dad died in an adult foster care with hospice care back in May 2017. He was there for only 27 days. 10 days before he died, he did the death reach in front of a caregiver. He stared to the ceiling. All of a sudden he 'came to' and told the caregiver, "I'm back!" She asked him where he went. He told her he saw his parents, both brother and my eldest brother who died at age 7 in 1963. He didn't mention seeing his sister. I guess it was probably because she was still living. He had, what I believe to be, a massive stroke that Tuesday night. He went into a coma breathing 40 respiration/min. This went on all day on Wednesdays. The foster care center put me up for the night in an empty bedroom right next door. I kept waking up like every 1.5 hours. I would sit next to his bedside and talk to him for about 10 minutes; believing he might hear me even though he couldn't respond. On Thursday I put my arms on the dining table and put my head down for a nap. I was woken by the caregiver that it wouldn't be much longer because he started agonal breathing. I called my brother immediately to pick up my mom and come quickly. After doing that, I went back to my dad and told him he couldn't go yet because "mom and Chris are on the way." My dad did wait until all 3 of us were by at his bed. Within an hour, he passed. I'm not sure if I had a shared death experience with him, but something _did happen_ I felt what I believe to be his departure. It was a sensation I'll never be able to describe. It was at the core of my being.

My mom had the stare. She then had the reach, but she was hugging people. Then she had the shrug because she was being hugged by people on the other side. Then I had the shared experience, which was beautiful. I was excited and extremely happy knowing she was in heaven.

Yes, my mother died 21 days after my father...They were married since they were 17. My father had a fatal heart attack when he found out my mother was not going to make it...They were both about 49. My mother was on death's door and in the hospital but called us siblings to release her from the hospital or she would walk home. My brother went to get her and she was home for about a week...She bounced back, so much so that she was reading my father's cards and looking and acting well and even getting angry and sad that he died. My father died August 22, 1970, and my mother died September 12, 1970 both on Saturday nights between 9:30-10PM....

My cousin was with her mom on her death bed, we knew cause she stopped eating and drinking. My aunt only drank coffee, nothing else. One day out of the blue she wanted a big glass of ice water, she drank it down and said “ that was the best glass of water I ever had “ my cousin said “ it’s the only glass of water you’ve ever had “ later my aunt was hungry, she hadn’t eaten for days but the contact said to give her something soft. She made her some scrambled eggs and she almost choked to death. My cousin called me and said I almost killed mom, we had a good laugh...better than crying. She past a few days later. Dementia robs them of their dignity and freedom, it robs the living of their loved one right in front of you.

My husband's grandma got up and cleaned her kitchen. She died the next day of heart failure.

Portals often form where the ceiling meets two walls. A spirit will poke its head through a circle there. I saw my mother do this after her death.

My husband saw someone in while he was in the hospital just after his bone marrow transplant. He was on steroids at that time and he was acting unusual and the nurse told me that it's not uncommon for patients on steroids to hallucinate. So when my husband asked me who that was in the room with us, I just thought it was the drugs. He sadly passed away two weeks after that. I wish I'd known what visioning was so I could talk to him about who he saw. I miss him.

Hi there. I’m from South Africa & here we call it “the Quite before the storm”. We treat every day after that as very precious.

Hi. Ive been watching your show for a while now, after experiencing my mom's death 8 years ago, them aunts stroke & death last year. You have given me the understanding of the process so as not to be scared or uncomfortable, to be able to talk about the death process to others. This helped me greatly when I sat with my 91 year old dad, who sadly passed away while i was sitting with him, talking to him. It meant a lot to me to be there in his final hours, which were calm & peaceful as he slipped away in the bed he had bought in 1958, on his marriage. So, i just want to say a big thank you for putting this much needed information out there. 🤗

The rally or surge also happens to animals and pets Both my pets who had cancer , suddenly wanted to go for a walk ..just hours before they died . Its an amazing sight to see them with so much strength and happiness ....few few minutes ....

My Mother-in-Law passed away two days ago and she told the hospice nurse, "Today is the day" with a smile on her face before she fell into a restful sleep and never woke up. She was at peace and surrounded by family as she peacefully went. I have experienced the shared death with both my Grandmothers. I knew before I was told. With my Mother-in-Law, I had a feeling, but thought it would happen soon, just not that day.

I can't remember exactly how many days between these events occurred , but it wasn't more than a week. It started with my mom having severe diarrhea and vomiting. It seemed to be every hour, for 24 hours. I thought she may have had a 24 hour bug, or perhaps food poisoning. I later found out that it was her body purging to prepare for death. Around two days after that she seemed to be really alert and smiling. She was non verbal, but on that particular day she managed to say I love you, and she was petting my sister and my arm. We were so excited. My sister ran home to make some soup for our mother, thinking she was recovering from whatever made her sick just days before. The whole thing only lasted a few hours before she was back to sleeping and not responding. We consider ourselves lucky to have had that experience. Also, my pregnant daughter was sitting at my mother's bedside the morning of her death. I had left the room to call her hospice nurse and my sister. Just minutes before my mother took her last breath, the baby began kicking and moving around a lot. My daughter had felt the baby moving before, but nothing like that. I believe my mom was greeting the baby before leaving this earth.

Mom passed away about 30 years ago. Shortly after she raised her arms towards the ceiling, my Father sent me home. He didn't want me to see her pass . My Grandmother brought me home. I rested on the hospital bed that Hospice ordered for her. About half an hour later, I started shaking. My grandmother looked at me and said, "Oh no". The phone then rang. It was my father, Mom had just died. My father passed away back in February. He chose for the nurses to just make him comfortable. They gave him morphine for that. The last 90 minutes were rough. The first time he stopped breathing , he started back up again after 15 seconds. Everytime after that, it would take longer for him to start breathing again. Finally, after about almost an hour of this. He let out one last gasp. About 11 p.m. i called the staff in... 😢.

Slightly different experience here with visioning. My mother died from lung cancer a week after she came home from the hospital. We lived together and i was her sole caregiver during that week. This was the first night home from the hospital. She was constantly asking for water and i was in and out of the room filling her glass. I was momentarily delayed and when I returned, there was a woman in white pants and white blazer with shoulder length gold hair sitting at the foot of my mother's bed, watching her. She turned her head and smiled at me, saying "Oh, good. You're back. I'll be going now." She got off of the bed and headed towards me and I had to get out of the doorway to let her pass. I looked at my mother to see if she was watching this woman but my mother was asleep for the first time since she got home. I looked back towards the woman again but she had vanished. I had never experienced anything like this before or since, but it has changed my view on visioning. Strange that it happened to me and not my mother.

Hi Julie, I just stumbled across your RU-vid channel a couple weeks ago. I'm a retired physcian ... I think you are an EXCELLENT presenter. Your information is spot-on and profoundly compassionate and accurate. My mother "graduated" Dec 26,1987. I helped carry her out of her house. I believe many patients can have a say in how they leave this life. When it became crystal clear that my mom was certainly dying, she stated two desires. 1. she wanted to make it to Christmas ... 2. she wanted only her husband Mike ... and her Hospice nurse in the room with her. OK ... Dec 26 DOD accomplished that. The second specification was a little more tedious. For a about a week prior to her death ... I and my three brothers had stood 6hr watches. I was on watch 6:00am - 12:00pm At about 8:30, I went down to the kitchen to get some orange juice. I came back in the room just a few minutes later. Mike said, "Geoff, she's gone." Not surprising ... she was a bit of a control nut ... so of course, she timed her death rather neatly. One other thing ... from the a bit creepy dept. ... a few days after she had had no water, no food ... she was basically a grayish skin-covered, wheezing skeleton that hadn't moved at all ... suddenly her mouth and eyes opened very wider and her neck extended backward, as did her torso. It was as though she was letting out an horrific silent scream. That still haunts me. It was very much unlike others who have reported seeing "indescribable beauty". If she saw something ... it wasn't pleasant. Anyhow, thank you Julie for the work you're doing ... it's clearly helping many people!! You're a sweet little angel of comfort, education, and compassionate understanding. Thanks, Geoff

My mother-in-law recently passed. She spent five days in the hospital, not able to feed herself, or really talk. Then she was moved to hospice, and that day, she sat up at a table, ate a little, was talking almost normally. The next day she was worse than in the hospital. A few days later she let me feed her some baby food, she was very thirsty, and the next day she died. I totally get why families should know about this because I felt hopeful that maybe she was going to recover. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact she's gone. It's only been three weeks and it does not feel real.

My great grandpa passed in 1993. He could not eat or swallow for days. My grandma said the day he died, he perked up and she asked him if he wanted water, he shook his head yes, and sucked a small glass of water up with a straw. She then asked him if if he felt like eating and he shook his head yes. She fed him a cup of Ensure, and as soon as she turned to throw the cup away, he died.

My mother passed away at 102 years old. I witnessed her reaching & staring.

My mom is now in hospice care and how wonderful it is.the last few days, she's bedridden. I'm hoping she hangs on a few days so my kids can see her. She went through the burst of energy until she got a uti she spent 11 days in the hospital because she had Medicare and they wouldn't except her anywhere. I found you on tictok and thank you for all your helpful information. I've seen so many signs that I wonder just how close she is. I'm learning so much. Thank you again. ❤

Thank you so much for your videos! I have learned so much & have told other people about your videos! I'm a person who's afraid of the supernatural, but I AM looking forward to seeing loved ones who have passed on (when it's my time to go) & finding joy in that. I know I just said I'm afraid of it, but I'm hoping that it'll be more like when they were alive & visiting with me. ❤ Then end of life sounds hard. Finding out your time is almost over. Facing all those new challenges. Then needing help for everything. I am so scared of all that. But knowing there may be a loved one there to help me through is a little comforting.

Mom died on March 27th, 2024. I was one of the caregivers. The last five days I spent nearly all my time with her. Mom, 86 years old and 10 years post stroke, her body was shutting down but a sudden change was unexpected. Hospice had joined us and we thought she would be with their care for a month+. They were surprised. Very little pain meds were needed and she slowly stopped talking. Her eye movements were focused and showed emotion which were funny and sad. We saw the reaching for several days, intense staring beyond me. And peace. Hospice was so important to all of us. As her daughter, it was my turn. Hospice and your videos (found 3 weeks before her death,) was my guide. Thank you.

I wonder if there are any hospice nurses who are atheists. These phenomena so clearly prove an afterlife.

Another great video Julie! Love your channel I’m a subscriber!keep up the great content!

My grandmother was 95 when she contracted COVID in 2022. The virus hit her hard, and she developed severe pneumonia. She was in the ICU, and my brother often went to visit her. One day, while he was there, he played a really nice and soothing song in the background. He said that the moment the music stopped, she took one long breath and then stopped moving, and he knew that was the moment she had left us.

Hi Nurse Julie! Watching your videos helped me so much when my dad was in hospice. A week before he died he woke up after being asleep all day. He told me: I saw my mom and she told me she loved me. She hugged me. When he said that, I felt such relief because I knew he was going with his people and he would be at peace. That same day he told me that I had been a good daughter to him and that he loved me!

Ive been doing this work for over 30 years, and you're spot on nurse Julie!

I remember my late husband having the death stare a few weeks before he passed. We were sitting together and he was focused on a certain area, he would smile, i asked him if he was seeing anyone in particular, he never answered. Oh, how i wish he did. Julie, you are so on point with everything, in all your video's. You truly make a difference. IMO I have a better understanding of the process. Thank you for all you do. I have to go and find your video on the agitation part of the dying process bc i now understand what my Mom did. I didnt realize there was such a thing.

Thanks for your help nurse Julie. I believe there is more beyond our mortal lives and you being witness to many people at the end of theirs gives me peace. Thanks for being a bright light at a most difficult time. Looking forward to your book.

My grandmother passed about 2 weeks ago. The day that she passed, for some reason I texted my father to ask how she was doing. He said, "I'll call you shortly" which never means anything good. She was gone about about 10 hours later. I can think of no other reason why I might have sent that text (the doctors were saying she was doing better and that she would be going home soon) than that she was reaching out to me through what you called the "shared death experience".

My mother in law was lying in bed for months from metastatic cancer. When I came to see her , she was sitting up having breakfast in bed. When she saw me, she asked me to take her to the casino!!! An hour later she passed away.