My Out of Body Experience - Part One of Two

Updated on March 25, 2020
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Jackie Lynnley shares emotional times in her life in hopes of touching someone with like thoughts or feelings, feelings from the heart.

This story is about laying in my dad's arms on his deathbed and comforting him his last hours, as he did me. Talking to him telepathically as we embraced the last time. Physically I was not there...but I felt physically there and am pretty sure I really was and that my dad was having the same experience.


Kiss and Run

My dad was not a demonstrative parent and only at Christmas and rare occasions did I ever get a glimpse of his love. He never kissed or hugged his kids and of course, that is something that should always be. It was something I missed so very much as a child.

When my two kids were small I lived near my parents and walked to their house often to help Mom out. One day for reasons that have escaped me since I leaned over and kissed my dad on the cheek as I was leaving. He jerked back and was surprised, of course. It was a big step and my cheeks were burning in fear of I don't know what. When I glanced back at my dad as I was hurrying home I saw him smiling. I cried all the way home and to this day I cannot recall that time without having those same feelings.

After this I would kiss my dad at any opportunity that allowed it, usually saying goodbye. He always smiled and enjoyed it and sometimes pecked back. Once in the hospital when I was visiting him they had his bed ridiculously high so I took a chair and climbed down over the head of his bed to give him a kiss. He was all laughs and smiles and loved every minute of it. I am so pleased I made that decision. It is such a precious picture memory so close to my heart.

Two Peas in a Pod


A Mother's Daughter

I had been helping my mother with my dad all that I could. He had had a stroke while I was out of state working and a couple of my brothers had helped her through the hardest part and even though he was not out of the woods, he was much better. He had quit trying though and would not go any further in rehabilitating.

Mom had no more help now and she called and begged me to come home. I had just started a job I really hated to walk away from, The money was going to be more than I had ever dreamed, besides benefits. It was a desk job and I had already bought many pretty outfits really looking forward to it. I was still training but it would just be a few weeks until I started. Yet, I could never say no to my mother and now, my father.

Dad had someone coming in every day to bath him, take his stats and even oversee a few minutes exercise each day. This was very important because Dad was diabetic and it was so vital for him to never sit or lay idle too much which could result in a blood clot.


Getting it Back Together

We got our book shop back up again that we had run with some success before we moved. It had a small apartment in the back and my husband could run this while I moved in with Mom and Dad just a few miles away. We didn’t have hordes of books as we once had, just the bestsellers (with a few knickknacks) and we took books back in trade which made people want to buy from us instead of a say, Barnes and Nobles. If you wanted to buy that book traded it was half price and you could get the same trade-in value even used. It was a good thing for people who loved to read. We picked up our regular customers in no time.

Long story short it paid the bills and kept my husband out of a situation he did not want in although he would always help if I really needed him. He had his own family with ill parents and a handicapped brother that needed so much of his time and attention when he was around.

I would take a day and go home every now and then to reorder and/or restock our shop.

Porch Swing


You Can't Go Home Again

At first, my dad didn’t know me and that was hard to get used to but after a while, with Mom refreshing his memory, I am sure he did know it was me. Although his voice was still very weak he would try to talk to me some and called me by name, finally.

Mom was worn out I am sure from the previous weeks being why she begged me to come help. I did everything and worked from daylight until dark. Taking care of a sick person and doing all the housework and cooking can be very exhausting even with help into the bath and give an hour or so break.

Mom and I would usually sit on the porch swing with a cup of coffee during this time and talk uninterrupted. Something we both really enjoyed. We had always been close but life and circumstances had kept us apart for many years. All she had to do now was putter in her flowers and take life easy for the first time in her life after raising seven children and a granddaughter. She seemed very happy with me there.

She loved my dad so very much and always did to please him and now she could watch over him without any of the work or worry.


The Good Times

Dad had a peddle exerciser I had to lift and put his feet in and got my fingers skinned countless times. He got his fingers skinned a time or two with my wheelchair driving out the front door. I really hated that so bad but he learned very quickly to pull those hands into his lap when I was driving.

I liked to take him to the porch swing and let him swing to exercise his legs. He never got good at that but getting from wheelchair to swing and back was a good workout for him. (Not bad for me either.) I had him up on his walker too which neither my brothers nor his therapist had been able to do. I kept reminding him what could be the consequences if he did not try to get his legs back. He had worked in a hospital for years so somewhere deep down he must have remembered. He would shake his head that he understood.

A younger brother took Mom to his house and to her sisters for a few days now and then. Under normal circumstances, Dad would not have liked this at all, for he was never without Mom. Apparently, he forgot that with his stroke, although he would still ask for her now and then. All went smooth and he was improving every day.

I had learned to give him his shots years earlier so that was no big deal even though I hated it. I knew by now I wasn’t going to kill him with an air bubble, which had been my greatest fear in the beginning.

At night he had a couple of shows on he liked to watch and one was Wheel of Fortune and I really liked that too so I would watch it with him. We had the very best time. He could have a nighttime snack of a small pancake with light syrup or popcorn with low salt and he never went over his small helpings. I thought that showed he had much of his mind back.

I would have that fixed for him before the show and he loved to eat and watch me guess the words. I was pretty good but all the fun was in watching Dad's delight in my guessing. I think he watched me more than the show. He never really said anything much but his smiles and joy lasted the whole time of the show. I knew the laughter was good for us both.

Amish Country


Two at the Wheel

The only scary experiences I had taking care of Dad was when taking him for doctor appointments or a couple of times to the emergency room. He rode up front with me driving and he would put his hands on the middle gear shift. Once he shifted the gear down while I was driving. It was bad enough being afraid someone may have a heart attack and die on you but then to worry about a crash killing you both. It was not a good time!

He still spoke so softly and infrequently that it was hard to know what level he was on in returning from his stroke mentally. Somehow I did get it across to him how much it frightened me for him to mess with the car when I was driving. I tried to be goodhearted anytime I spoke to him and joke as often as I could. Finally, he gave in to my wishes laughing, so he must have finally understood.

I would let him use his walker to go to the bathroom and watch until he got turned around at the commode and then I left him (with the door open of course) until he called me. When I came back he was standing as he was when I left with the walker in front of him. He would start walking toward me. He had gotten so strong that Mom could hardly believe it when she came home.

She was completely worn out and said she was not able to do all the vacationing and walking my brother and aunt had wanted her to do. They liked to go to Amish country and there was so much walking and she said she just could not do it. Her arthritis had been bad for years. They had something more planned and as always, she wanted me to help get her out of it.

I was pretty worn out having Dad all to myself without seeing my husband or business for many days. I told her to tell them I had to be home most nights and that I would. That way she had an excuse and all she had to do was be with Dad alone from after supper until breakfast time.

She would have no work to do other than get Dad a drink or walk behind him to the bathroom to make sure he did not lose his balance, which he never did anymore, anyway. In fact, I had made him just hold my arm and walk a few times. I think his lack of confidence was a big play in him not walking with just a cane now.

Mom thought that was a great idea and she already hated I did not get to go home more so we thought the problem was solved. I think we neither could have guessed what our innocent little plan would lead to.


What's Happening?

It was Saturday morning and while my husband was busy running the bookshop I was in the apartment relaxing from the work I had done the night before and early that morning in the shop. Pricing and restocking could be a very tiring job. I really loved it though and of course, the cleaning would have never gotten done if I didn’t do it.

We never had family besides my father-in-law who just showed up in the front shop part so hearing the doorbell was a surprise. It was my younger brother who sometimes took Mom to stay at his house with his son so he and his wife could vacation. Then too, he took her to Mom’s sister’s house where they all liked to go to Amish Country, which was near-by.

He mentioned to me that Mom said I wanted to come home at night and that I couldn’t do that. I laughed. Surely, he was kidding. No, he wasn’t kidding. Either I stayed there twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week or I didn’t need to come back. (By the way, this was not one of the brothers who cared for Dad after his stroke.)

I was sure I was not hearing right but after several minutes of going in circles, I knew he was serious. I finally told him I would talk it over with Mom and we would see. He was very sure of himself when he said, “Yes, you will.” Then he left.

After I was sure he had gone home, which was out of state I went to talk to Mom. She said yes, that was how it had to be. I reminded her that she was the one who had begged me to come home and at no time did she say I was on life duty. I was getting kind of mad about how ridiculous this all was but I could see something was going on Mom was not telling me. My mom was sort of like she was with Dad when it came to her sons. She would not cross them when they wanted something and I had seen this before but not like this. It was almost like I didn't know this person.

I did not know at this time but my mom was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. I had never heard of this disease and the closest idea I had that Mom had anything wrong was at her doctor’s office. When I took her she told the doctor she was forgetting things and thought something was maybe wrong with her. He asked me did I think anything was wrong and I said no. I had not noticed anything. He told me to buy her some ginkgo biloba and start her on that, which I did. I didn’t have a clue.


Gone in an Instant

I gave Mom a couple of days and then went back to her house just to find out my brother had come back for her. My niece who my mother had adopted and raised was with my dad. I don’t think anyone who knew her (including my mom) would leave her to take care of a snake…but what could I do?

I reminded Dad he better be up every day walking and asked if he was OK and he said he was afraid of this granddaughter. He could not or would not tell me why. She swore she was taking very good care of him and so I just checked on him every few days so she would know I would be. Finally getting to talk to my mom by phone I told her what Dad had said about being afraid. She just laughed and said she knew, this granddaughter had been eavesdropping on us and heard it all.

It seemed it was only days but it probably was two weeks or so later I got a call that my dad had a clot and would need surgery! He was taken to a VA Hospital out of state. Before I had hardly had word on that I got a call that because he had bypass surgery years before with a time limit on his life they did not think he would live through the surgery to amputate his leg, which was needed.

He would be given morphine and be allowed days to die. I cannot even begin to express all the feelings I was having knowing my dad should be up walking around...not dying!

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Bad Decisions

I only drove locally having problems from a car accident I had been in as a teenager. So if I got to see my dad it would have to be with my sister or one of my three brothers. As it turned out none could give me a ride for one reason or another. When I found out my dad was not even semi-conscious anymore it really didn’t matter but it hurt me so bad. I knew I should have fought everything and everyone no matter what they said and stayed with my dad. I wanted to see him and hug and kiss him and tell him I loved him so bad, but it was too late.

Of course, I did not want my dad to be dead but every day that he hung on was that much more suffering I knew he had to be going through. Who knew whether he knew it or not? It was driving me crazy. I could not get him out of my mind for one minute! Wouldn’t it be better to try the amputation and have him die on the table under anesthesia than just let him starve all these many days and have all his organs shut down? This just did not seem right or humane to me at all. Who made this decision? I could not ever believe my mother did.

© 2017 Jackie Lynnley


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  • fpherj48 profile image


    2 years ago from Carson City

    Jackie... Thank YOU~ for sharing such precious experiences with your readers. Yes, opening up like this is so cathartic, I agree. Personally, I always wonder why we have such a tendency to bottle things up for so long as we do. But then this is proof that there is a "time & purpose" for everything. Love you too.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Paula. It is so good getting these things off my chest and a permanent record lest I forget, lol But mostly it is sort of like to Dad who I wish back then I could have been even more open with No one would believe what an extremely shy person I was and that was even with family and I can't take back what I was, just make sure I am no more.

    Love you, girl, thank you again, so very much.

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    2 years ago from Carson City

    Jackie...I had one repeated thought as I read this heart-wrenching story~~~and that thought is, "What a blessing having a daughter like you." I actually shed tears as I read of the love and care you so unselfishly gave to your parents.

    I've been there and know how trying these moments are as we watch our parents aging and becoming frail. It tears us apart. Love can give us amazing strength.

    You have been writing quite a but I've not been notified, so I'm glad I have happened upon this article. Part II is next.

    There's not much we can do about the various different personalities of Family dynamics, Jackie. I know you know this. We simply deal with the issues as they arise.

    Your disclosure of sharing your affection with your Dad, who happily accepted it, really touched my heart. (I was a bona-fide Daddy's girl, Jackie and we lost him much too soon.) This take is simply beautiful. Paula

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Doris, (gonna take me awhile to get used to calling you that) it was an extremely rough time and worse because in the end I could not help my dad. But I am so very happy to this very day that I forced a kiss on him and saw how much he liked it. It was a new beginning in our relationship.

    I know about the notices, I only get them from maybe four or five people I follow and just do not understand that. But no problem, I would never judge anyone not showing up but hope like you they one day run across it! I am getting a new urge to write I suppose with more spare time on my hands, but about lighter things.

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    Doris James MizBejabbers 

    2 years ago from Beautiful South

    Oh, Jackie, dear friend, I am so sorry that you had to go through through all this. I know that many of us go through a lot of grief when their parents are old and dying, but this was really a trial in your life. I enjoyed the way you got your dad to accept and show some affection. My dad was like that, and I don't remember his ever kissing me although I know he loved us children very much. It is good that you were there for him in his final days. May God bless you and comfort you. Thank you for sharing your story and your feelings with us.

    (By the way, I am not getting all the notifications from HP about people whom I follow, so I'm sorry that I'm just getting around to discovering this article.)

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thanks Peg for sharing. I know we both know it would be good to have any help at all. Families do know that I am sure and are so very selfish to not give even a couple hours here and there, if not one day or night.

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    Peg Cole 

    2 years ago from Northeast of Dallas, Texas

    It seems that difficult times like you had with this experience should be the things that pull a family together. Unfortunately, this is often not the case. I can relate to what you've said here having been the caregiver for my mother and her sister for many, many years. Other relatives either don't realize that giving care is taxing on the caregiver as well as the patient or don't understand. God Bless you for taking such good care of your Dad.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Ann and yes it has been so much better since I have opened up about it and it is much clearer that I had no help and would have not been able to do much better no matter what I did with not even authorities looking into things. I honestly do think it is like a racket but Mom could have been much better off if other family members had cared enough to just show up now and then when I couldn't so the ones (not) taking care of her would have had to been on better guard. I still have a problem forgiving that and am not even sure it is my place to.

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    Ann Carr 

    2 years ago from SW England

    Fortunately, I have never experienced anything like this. I was extremely close to my Dad and my parents lived with me for a few months before he had to go into a home. Even then, I saw him most days. I still talk to him each day.

    So sorry about your experience; how difficult for you to have to deal with the rest of your family in this way. I feel deeply for you.

    At least you are talking about it and that's always a good therapy.


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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Yes that does make me so happy Peggy and always make me smile even in the middle of the sadness.

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    Peggy Woods 

    2 years ago from Houston, Texas

    So sorry Jackie that you had those experiences but the ones that should always brighten your day are the thoughts and memories of how your dad reacted when you gave him your kisses.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thanks Bill, glad you will finish it out. I know it is a bit much to read so I appreciate it.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thanks so much ps for your kind words and I am sorry you do know something of it too. Of course I am sure many out there who dearly love their parents go through much of this and probably more. Thanks for the angels send. Jesus loves us, may He send all we need.

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    William Kovacic 

    2 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

    Such a hard place you were in. Life seems to be full of trouble at times. Hopefully, we learn and are stronger because of them. On to read the next part.

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    Patricia Scott 

    2 years ago from North Central Florida

    O Jackie I can only imagine how gut wrenching it must have been to write this. I was with my Momma and daddy to the end....the journey was very very similar to yours (which I will not go into at this time) and only mention that because I can truly identify with these experiences you have shared.

    It is hard to let go but many times much harder to watch as our loved ones endure day after day of relentless pain. Know that many comforting Angels are headed to you ps

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Linda. That was a big step for me I will always be grateful I took.

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    Linda Crampton 

    2 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

    I'm sorry that you had such a difficult time in your past, Jackie. I'm glad that you found a way to connect to your father, though. The part about you kissing him and seeing his appreciation is very touching,

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Lori. As a sister in Christ I know you do understand and know how much his returned love meant to me. Being human we let too many things like this go as the way they are. I am so thankful I gave that first little was not an easy decision, but it sure had its rewards.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Linda. We can never go back so a regret never leaves wishing we had done things differently but we have to earn to forgive ourselves when we are not at fault, especially in our hearts.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Road Monkey - It was hard being forced away from my dad's care and I know my mom in her right mind would never have been for it and I am pretty sure she did put up some protests even at no avail.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Dora, I was not blessed as many were to have that perfect father/daughter relationship but to discover a true love there before his life was over means so much to me.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thanks Kari, I guess it really was a need come to think of it and I am certainly glad I was given the opportunity.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thanks Bill, I really am not much for blocking things out but I will by necessity forgive when forgiveness is asked.

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    Lori Colbo 

    2 years ago from Pacific Northwest

    A very poignant true story. I was deeply touched by how you started kissing your father and his response was joy. How touching that you made that difference in his life. I agree with Linda Lum, this was probably a painful write but it has so much to say about how love so powerful can change lives.

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    Linda Lum 

    2 years ago from Washington State, USA

    Jackie, I'm sure this was a very difficult story to write; I can sense your pain and loss in the words. But I believe that telling the stories and shedding the tears is part of the healing process.

    Thank you for sharing--I know your words will offer comfort to others, letting them know that they are not alone in their grief. Many of us have walked those miles. Your trip was done with grace and dignity. God bless you and give you comfort.

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    2 years ago

    These decisions and circumstances are so hard and at the time, we never know the outcomes. That must have been a very hard time for you when you had been doing your best.

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    Dora Weithers 

    2 years ago from The Caribbean

    Jackie, so brave of you to relive and share this traumatic period with your parents, especially with your dad. Writing about it should promote your healing, and even strengthen you to empower others. Sorry about the pain it caused, and glad that God brought you through. There is so much family love and care evident in the way you tell it.

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    Kari Poulsen 

    2 years ago from Ohio

    Wow, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. The not knowing is the worst feeling! Now I know why it meant so much for you to spend that time with your Dad out of body. I'm really glad you and he had the opportunity to share before he was gone. Blessings to you and prayers of happiness.

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    Bill Holland 

    2 years ago from Olympia, WA

    A hard story to tell, my friend, but perhaps helpful for you? I speak of my own father's death to anyone who will listen. Although painful still, all these years later, it is necessary for me to relive it. We hold onto those special moments when life is boiled down to the pure essence of being humans.

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    Jackie Lynnley 

    2 years ago from the beautiful south

    Thank you Ven for sharing that. Life does have much sadness for many of us who really love the people in our lives. I am sorry for your sadness, too.

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    Venkatachari M 

    2 years ago from Hyderabad, India

    It's a very touching story. I am very sad at all those scary years you passed through in your life.

    I also underwent through such circumstances. My father and mother died when I was studying. I didn't even remember those moments of mother's death when I was only 13. But, with my father, I had experienced those frightening experiences. He suffered one year with some ulcers (or was it septic wounds). He concealed it and got his own homeopathic treatment taking some help from me. I was in my second year of college those days. I got a call from my uncle that my father was dead in the hospital. I think the house owner took him to the hospital and informed my uncle or something like that happened. I was much shocked at that time. My elder brother was staying 1500 km away who was informed and arrived to perform the death rites.


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