When my Grandmother was about to pass, she started talking about other people in the house. Some she knew, some she didn't. It was a couple weeks later that she passed away. She was having these conversations with people we couldn't see up until the last day.
And I've heard so many other stories about this from friends and strangers.
For me, I've always thought the "door" between the worlds opens when we are born, and when we pass.
Like how babies are always looking, cooing, and playing with things you can't see... I think the dying experience the same. Whatever that may be.
Here is one woman's search into the mysterious world. As her mother lay dying, she asked all the questions she could.
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