Back in October, I wrote a blog post “Out of the Blue” https://melissacrandall.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/out-of-the-blue/ where I talked about the death of my friend Kristen’s mother. And I promised that if anyone was interested, I’d ask Kristen if I could share the “woo-woo” story that took place at the precise time of her mother’s death. Well, several people were interested and I was finally able to reconnect with Kristen tonight to ask and she said yes. So, here it is…
Kristen and her husband Jeff and their 2-year-old daughter Roslyn were driving from their home in Washington, DC to North Carolina where their families live when she got the call that her mother Laura had been found unresponsive and taken by ambulance to the hospital. They were still driving when she received word that her mother had died. Naturally, both she and Jeff were upset, but Kristen says she’s was “insane” with grief, crying hysterically. Meanwhile Roslyn, in the backseat, slept through all of it, every bit of the noise, until the moment her mother calmed down. At that instant, she woke up and said, “Where Gi-Gi go?”
Kristen and Jeff looked at each other. “Gi-Gi” was Roslyn’s name for her grandmother. She and Laura had a special bond, something they’d enjoyed almost from the moment of Roslyn’s birth.
Then Roslyn dropped the bombshell. Pointing overhead, she said, “Gi-Gi go up!”
Say what you will, it’s hard not to believe that somehow Laura found a way to tell Roslyn what had happened.
Kids know things.
Another friend (oddly enough, another Kristin) told me about when her great-aunt Eloise was dying. Kris’s daughter Olivia was just a little kid, potty-training age. They were in the bathroom, taking a break from the vigil at Eloise’s bedside and giving Olivia a chance to practice her new-found potty skills. Seated on the toilet, Olivia craned her neck to look out the window, tilting her head this way and that to look out. There wasn’t anything going on outside the window, so Kris finally asked her, “What are you looking at?” Quite matter-of-factly, Olivia replied, “Angels knocking on the roof.”
There’s more out there in the world than we realize. Occasionally we’re allowed brief glimpses, the feather-touch of an experience difficult to explain.
One final story:
Nearly 25 years ago, my niece Leslie succumbed to Cystic Fibrosis. We were gathered at her hospital bed when the doctor said that he “thought” she was gone and that the oxygen tube in her nose should be removed, but if he saw any agitation he would put it back immediately. My sister, poised on the edge of that horrible drop called “child-death” could not bear to remove Leslie’s oxygen. But my brother-in-law Bob, in a moment of great bravery and compassion for which I will always admire him, said, “I can do it,” and he reached out and set his daughter free. In that instant, I heard Leslie’s voice in my head shout “YES!” and a pulse of immense energy surged through me, past me, and up through the ceiling.
Some who’ve heard that story say it was my imagination, the wishful thinking of an overwrought mind, but I know what I know. I was very sad that day, yes, but peaceful, wanting only for Leslie to be released from the prison of CF. Without desiring it, I received an enormous gift that day…as Kris did via Olivia…as Kristen and Jeff did from Roslyn.
Woo-woo? You betcha. But that doesn’t make it bad.