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Istijlál (Majesty), 7 Mulk (Dominion) 176 B.E. - Thursday, February 13, 2020
5 DAY TRUTH or FICTION BLOGGING CHALLENGE Blog Prompt for Day 4 - Given that we've all had a ghostly encounter, convince your fellow bloggers that your ghost story is true. (even if it isn't) On the morning of November 29, 2012, my sister and I were going to visit my mother at the hospice where she was staying. I'd decided to move Mom there while we were waiting for a room at a memory care home. I was having difficulty caring for Mom and thought a place where she had access to 24/7 nurses care was a good idea. My sister had come into Las Vegas the day before, and her husband had taken the truck back to Searchlight. Faye and I got ready to go, and went out to my car. My car wouldn't start. We called Triple A and a service tech came out to start the car. He found that the battery was dead, and charged it. There was no logical reason why the battery was dead. It was a new battery, and the night before I had made sure that all the doors and windows in the care were closed. The Triple A tech got the car started and my sister and I went to the hospice to visit my mother. When we got to the hospice, we walked down the hall to my mother's room. When Faye and I went into the room, we found that Mom was dead. I called for the nurse, who came in and made the official determination that Mom had passed. She told us that Mom was alive less than thirty minutes before, when one of the Nurses Assistance had given her a bath. There was no reason for my car battery to be dead, apparently it last all it charge sometime before Faye and I left the house. If my sister and I had left the when we planned, Mom would still have been alive when we arrived. Faye and I would have been in the room when Mom died. I believe that Mom didn't want us in the room when she died, so her spirit drained the car battery to delay our arrival at the hospice. I can understand Mom's reasoning in this. I was in the hospital room when my Grandfather died. I saw him take his last breath, there was nothing I could do to prevent Grandpa's death any more than I could have prevent Mom's death if I were in the room with her. Witnessing someone you love take their last breath is more traumatic than walking into a hospice room and finding someone you love already dead. |
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