Deathbed Visions: “It Doesn’t Matter Why They Happen, It Matters That They Do”

I held my grandmother’s hand as she lay dying in the hospital.  She had been paranoid in the previous days, claiming the doctors were trying to kill her and even claiming to see aliens attempting to steal her away.  Today, however, was different.  As her hand lay limply in mine, Oma, as I called her,… Read More Deathbed Visions: “It Doesn’t Matter Why They Happen, It Matters That They Do”