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The following experience is included in The Ripple Effect, pages
229-29.
My mother was diagnosed as having lung cancer,
and for the next three weeks or so we lived at the hospital. She was doing
very poorly and we expected her to die very soon. The doctors advised us
to let her die peacefully when the time came and not to let anybody revive
her when her heart gave out. We agreed.
When we went to see her on her
birthday, she had never looked more beautiful. She was glowing, her skin
color was rosy instead of the sickly yellow color she had been lately. It
gave us hope that maybe she would live. I know now that she was trying to
tell us she was happy. She was not afraid to die. When we came back in the
evening we found that she had a stroke and would probably die before the
night was over. Well, she did. At 8:30 PM, she stopped breathing, but her
heart was still beating, although extremely slow. We told the doctors not
to revive her, but her body clung to life for another half-hour. I felt
such guilt that she may have been alive and feeling everything for that
half-hour. I cried for myself and I cried for her. I didn't want to think
she was alive for that half-hour.
Later that night all of us went
back to our parent's house to talk about her death. We all felt the same
waywracked with guilt. Did we make the right decision? That's when
my father asked what time it was. Even thought he had his wristwatch on,
he looked at the clock on the wall, which was my mother's favorite clock.
What we found was that the clock had stopped working at 8:30 PM. We were
shocked and overjoyed at the same time. My mother was telling us when she
had actually died, and it had not been when her heart finally stopped at
9:00 PM. This is when I truly started believing there was something beyond
this life. 
Annie
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