On Saturday night after the door had opened, I spent some time before I went to sleep thinking about a patient, an elderly woman, in the hospital who has had difficulty dying these past few months. I wanted to see if I could help her, in some way, to cross over.
I saw myself standing in the doorway of her room, and I saw a little girl standing beside the patient’s bed. This little girl made the woman very, very happy. I got the sense that the girl was a relative of the woman, maybe a sister who had passed in childhood. The woman was filled with joy at seeing her. I knew the girl would help the woman to cross over.
I come to work today to find that after months, the woman had finally passed on Friday night. I had this vision on Saturday night, after the woman had already died.
I wonder what it was that I saw?