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"Bear, I see you, I missed you so much!" – Last Words of Deceased Patients

Angela Price4 min read
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"Bear, I see you, I missed you so much!" – Last Words of Deceased Patients — Health
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Missed You

Missed You
My grandfather passed away 30 years before my grandmother. They loved each other deeply; grandma never remarried and always called grandpa her “Bear.” She said on the night he died, she saw him in a dream and wanted to go with him, but he told her it wasn’t time yet. The family gathered around grandma’s hospital bed, and just before her heart stopped, she said: “Bear, Bear, I see you, I missed you so much!”

The Drink

The Drink
Before she passed, an elderly lady patient said, "I think I deserve a little rum now!" I hope they offered her one on the other side.

Anger

Anger
I was a hospice nurse when a 20-year-old guy came to us. A real tough guy who refused to believe he had aggressive liver cancer and was dying. He was angry, clung to life, cursed all day at his family, and his mother begged him tearfully to think of God. Before he died, his parents called me into his room. His eyes were glassy, barely breathing, cold skin—the end was near.

His mother whispered, "Accept Jesus into your heart!" He mumbled, "To hell with Jesus..." Then he turned his head, eyes wide with terror, started convulsing, and shouted, "To hell!! Oh God no, NO!!!" He then collapsed back onto the bed and died. We led his mother out hysterical; she was convinced her son went to hell. I took two days off, hoping it was just the medication causing hallucinations.

The Funny Gentleman

The Funny Gentleman
A cheerful elderly gentleman kept teasing nurses and doctors in the ward, even though he knew the end was near. Struggling to breathe and with a weak heartbeat, he still managed to mumble his last joke: "Just tell me, dear, which of your enemies should I haunt as a ghost."

Addiction

Addiction
I'm a paramedic. At a car accident scene, a young woman was dying, having lost a lot of blood. With her last words, she begged me: "I drank, I drink every night, please don’t tell my parents I’m an alcoholic—they wouldn’t handle the disappointment."

The Body

The Body
I'm a surgeon. A man in his forties had little chance to survive surgery. Before the operation, he pulled me close and said, "I buried the body in the forest, next to the big oak tree." It gave me chills. He didn’t survive. I informed the police, who searched his garden but found nothing. I still wonder which forest he meant.

The Little Boy

The Little Boy
My grandmother passed away at 90, blind for 20 years due to illness. On her deathbed, she said, "Tomorrow I’m going with the red-haired girl. Do you see the little boy?" I said no, and she replied, "They say I have to take care of him." She died that night. The next day, I was speechless when a red-haired nurse came to wheel her out after we said our final goodbyes. The little boy? I’m convinced it was my son, who died at two. Grandma never saw him or knew about him because she was already very ill in the hospital.

"That’s Good"

"That’s Good"
An elderly male patient told me he hoped to pass away on a Wednesday, so the family could handle formalities Thursday and Friday, and hold his farewell on Saturday when more people could attend. I smiled, but as his condition worsened, he asked more often what day it was. When I said Wednesday once, he squeezed my hand, closed his eyes, and whispered, "That’s good." He died an hour later.

Today I Die

Today I Die
I worked in an Alzheimer’s ward when "Grandma"—everyone called her that—a 90-year-old lady, rolled up to me in her wheelchair and cheerfully said, "Honey, give me your phone; I want to call my son because I’m dying today." I told her she wouldn’t die that day—she was active and not in bad shape—but I gave her my phone, even though it’s not usual. Before dinner, we couldn’t find her; she had lain down in an empty room and peacefully passed away. I was glad I gave her my phone that morning; otherwise, I never would have forgiven myself.

Hello, Boys

Hello, Boys
I'm not a doctor or nurse, but a mortuary transporter. One day, we went to a nursing home to pick up a deceased person. Passing by a room, an elderly man looked up from his newspaper and called out, "Hello, boys, see you next week!" And he was right.
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