Part of helping people with this dying process is shutting up and listening. And respecting dreams, signs, and, who knows, maybe some sort of spirit guides hovering around.
The “who knows” part is important. I’ve never been one of those touchy-feely, new age kind of people. Logic has been my North Star. But when the dying person shares special dreams or signs, we must put aside our biases, and honor those signs. This is their journey and we’re here to help, not judge.
Bette wanted to share a story, but then stopped and said, “Oh, it’s probably foolishness. I’m too embarrassed to talk about it.”
But clearly she wanted to talk about it.
“The night your father died I felt someone put an arm around my shoulder and give me a hug. I felt the warmth of that arm. It wasn’t like a dream. Today when I was napping that same arm hugged me three times. Now I don’t feel as scared about what’s going to happen. I know I’m dying and it’s OK.”
And I realized by listening respectfully I made it more OK.
