On death…a thought

I wonder, when mom died, was she standing next to her body when I woke up and saw her.

I always sort of imagine, when someone passes, they step out of their skin suit and look around for the next stage of things. It’s a very Terry Pratchett way of death I suppose…but would she have been concerned when she saw me there.

When I was facing cancer I thought a lot about mortality. My diagnosis wasn’t a severe one but I’m human, I wondered would I haunt my family. Would I cry when I couldn’t be with them etc.

I spoke to someone who works in the paranormal about it and I was assured that, when someone passes, they sort of disconnect emotions. They would remember they were connected to the living but it wouldn’t be torturous.

I wonder how long she stood there.