In 1993 after given birth to my son and brought him.home a few nights later I had a dream about my grandfather, and my 18 month old daughter. We were walking a long a river
holding hands, it was at twilight, peaceful the river was dark and roiling with whirlpools, I look to see my Grandfather standing on the water, he was smiling, I smiled back, then suddenly he grabbed my childs arm and started pulling her down into a whirlpool, I pulled and with all my strength . At that moment I was out of my body, I could see it laying on the bed..I was drifting closer to the ceiling..then I heard a voice, calmly say, its not your time, I was confused but nor afraid. And just like that , I took in a sharp breath let it out and I was back. I didn't, I didn't want the feeling of complete peace and love to leave, I knew I had to tell someone
But who ever I told never understood and I could never truly past along what I felt , what to me was what happened when you die.