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RIP Grandma
Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:03:08 pm


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On the night when my grandmother died, I felt it, or deceived myself into recalling that I did. It certainly wasn't the first time I thought about her death, and the not improbable coincidence of being informed of her death after thinking about it could have produced a distorted memory. She had a brain tumor for several years, and she was 89 years old. The tumor had caused terrifying hallucinations and weakened her legs. Because she had fallen numerous times and often screamed at night, my parents decided to send her to a nursing home. She was there for over a year before she died. During my visits, I noticed that she had become more cheerful than ever before. I wondered it if it was the medication or the activities that she got involved in. She had won a bowling tournament.I had no idea that she even knew how to bowl. When living with my parents, she stayed at home not doing much of anything except for going to the doctor for medical exams.

Prior to going to bed on the night when my grandmother died, I took a moment to meditate, trying to sense her condition psychically. I don't know why I did that. It's not as if I could summon psychic powers whenever I want to. I just did, maybe as a psychological trick to make myself feel better about never calling her. That night, I had a dream about her spirit visiting me. She didn't say anything, but she somehow communicated a message about her death. I was not surprised when my mother called me the next day to inform me of the death.

At the wake, I asked my sister about the choice of casket. It was a very elaborately decorated bronze casket. My sister was the one who selected and paid for it, because my parents were poor, but my sister had a decent income. She told me that she chose the most extravagant casket that she could find, because our grandmother always said "you will bury me in an old broken cardboard box" whenever she had an argument with our mother. This was a phrase that I had not heard in over 20 years. I had completely forgotten that it was ever said, but it clearly had made a deep impression on my sister.

Today is the 9th anniversary of my grandmother's death.
1) monkeysoup,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:09:33 am

While it is difficult to know if such memories can be relied upon to be accurate, given the number of similar stories I've heard, even from people who are not remotely superstitious or spiritual, I'm inclined to think there's at least some truth to the phenomenon.
2) monkeysoup,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:21:22 am

I have never experienced a strong sensation or dream coincident with the death of a relative. The closest was inexplicably being in a foul mood the entire day that my father died, before receiving the call around 5 PM to tell me what happened. Apparently he had also been in a foul mood that day, either as a cause or a result of a heated argument with one of the neighborhood children. After that he went in the house to have dinner. When he went back outside to talk to his friend who was working on the roof, his friend asked, “So how are you feeling?” My father replied, “I feel great!” Seconds later he collapsed and died peacefully of a heart attack.

There were two occasions when a sensation or dream (one of each) was associated with a grand disaster, the first being 9/11 and the last being the tsunami that hit Sri Lanka. The details of each are lengthy, so I will not include them in this comment. I plan to write about them in a blog post sometime.
3) monkeysoup,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:23:00 am

That your grandmother won a bowling tournament at almost 90 years old is awesome. It's pleasant to hear that she was in good spirits and relatively healthy near the end of her impressively long life.
4) monkeysoup,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:23:30 am

Is your middle name the same as hers?
5) erdos0,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:18:30 pm

re: comment#2
I have never experienced a strong sensation or dream coincident with the death of a relative. The closest was inexplicably being in a foul mood the entire day that my father died, before receiving the call around 5 PM to tell me what happened. Apparently he had also been in a foul mood that day, either as a cause or a result of a heated argument with one of the neighborhood children. After that he went in the house to have dinner. When he went back outside to talk to his friend who was working on the roof, his friend asked, “So how are you feeling?” My father replied, “I feel great!” Seconds later he collapsed and died peacefully of a heart attack.

There were two occasions when a sensation or dream (one of each) was associated with a grand disaster, the first being 9/11 and the last being the tsunami that hit Sri Lanka. The details of each are lengthy, so I will not include them in this comment. I plan to write about them in a blog post sometime.
The only other time I had a dream visitation from someone on the night that they died was a teacher at a school where I did some computer work. I didn't know her well and rarely thought of her. I believe it was the only dream of her I ever had.
6) erdos0,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:18:41 pm

agrees with: comment#3
That your grandmother won a bowling tournament at almost 90 years old is awesome. It's pleasant to hear that she was in good spirits and relatively healthy near the end of her impressively long life.
7) erdos0,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:18:49 pm

disagrees with: comment#4
Is your middle name the same as hers?
8) carolynw85,
Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:35:49 pm

agrees with this post