Does A Medium Experience and Process Death Differently? YES!
I have to begin by telling you that I'm a Medium, which means nothing other than I view death differently than most people. I'm going to describe to you how I experienced the death of a parent and how it probably was not the norm for most people.
In my 59th year, I experienced the loss of my mom. It was the first time I felt the loss of an immediate family member. A year later, I am going to tell you how I processed this loss, thought about grief, and found out about the afterlife.
I will shock you right off the bat by telling you that my mom's death was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I'll tell you why.
From the beginning.
We did not live in the same state, so begin with, she a plane ride away. Thankfully, our family installed cameras in her home so family members could watch her, my dad, and the nurses throughout the day and night.
My brother did live 10 minutes from them, so that was a saving grace for me, but I felt very much out of the loop looking at a video instead of holding a hand; there is a big difference. This separation was tough on me, but I was thankful that I could see her every day with just a click of a button. I also had the option to talk to her, which was a gift to hear her voice. Sure, there was the phone, but it was confusing for her how to hold it and which button to press; we always got disconnected.
Having these cameras was a godsend because I could see her in her home, talk to her and watch her as a second set of eyes. This is something I highly recommend if your loved one is states away.
Birthdays and holidays were seen through the eyes of the camera since we could get to her house only once a year, sometimes twice. I loved watching her open her gifts, and she loved hearing my voice on the cameras. It was what we had to work with, and we made do.
We expected my mom would pass because of her health, so it was not a surprise. We had a few years to process this and get prepared. On a weird level, it makes it a little easier to process rather than if she had an "unexpected" death. We had time to visualize the future in our minds.
As time went on, I could see her go through the stages of death. The extended naps, the aggressive personality that would pop up every now and then, no appetite, and physical signs that were eminent of what stage of death she was in.
Now, this is where it gets unorthodox. As her body shriveled away, I saw she had just a few days or weeks left. The Hospice nurse suggested we come to see her. I was on the next plane, first thing in the morning.
When I arrived at her house after a long flight, the first thing I did was go to her room to see her. I entered the room and said, "hi mom," hoping she would still recognize me and be coherent enough to talk to me. She turned her head and looked me straight into my eyes. She smiled and said, "hello Donna!" I was beyond happy that she had enough clarity to know I was there.
Our time together was brief. We made some small talk, then her bodily functions kicked in, and the next 20 minutes were of care, not of connection. Nevertheless, I was with her, caring for her, and I was honored to do that. It was the least I could do physically to help her be as comfortable as possible. She said that she was embarrassed that everyone was taking care of her on such a personal level, but I held her hand, looked into her eyes, and told her it was ok!
As time went on, I watched the stages of death day by day. A week before her passing, I saw her talking to her spirit people and petting animals that only she could see. With a smile, she said to someone as she looked up towards the ceiling, "Come in already and close the door behind you; it's really bright." It was then I knew death was near for her.
I was in bed on March 7th, 2022, at 5:05 in the morning. I felt the body of someone snuggle up behind me, and a sense of love just washed over me; It was at that moment I knew my mom had passed. Not 10 minutes later, I got a phone call from my brother to confirm.
The time she passed was significant to me. For about a year, I saw mirror numbers like 1:01, 2:02, 3:03, etc. It took me a long time to figure out what these numbers mean, and now, I know it's "the end" of something, either a life or an event. I'm still decerning, but so far, it resonates with me.
The following days after her death felt like she was literally in the room with me. The signs, too many to mention here, were unbelievable! It actually was very reassuring that, yes, indeed, life goes on after death.
To this day and for always, I talk to my mom like I'm talking to a live person who is in the room with me. I ask questions; I hear answers. I pull cards, which are in conversation form like she used to speak to me. I never feel alone. I always feel she is with me; she never left. Since I feel she never left, I don't have the grieving process that most people do.
As a medium, there is a strong connection to the other side, and I'm thankful that I have been in training for my entire life for this very moment.
I thank my Guides for the guidance to have allowed me to help others with their grief and experience of the people they lost. If not for those experiences, I would have nothing to compare my experience with.
I am happy that a year later, my mom is closer than ever. Happy anniversary mom, I love you!