This is way OT for this Board and because of that, I'll apologise now, up-front. However, this is the kindest Board on the Fool and I need to talk.... What I want to talk about is why I believe in life after death. I half wanted to post this on Annie's Board, but I don't think it is appropriate.I've been following Annie's progress a lot in the last couple of days, ever since Gimmeaminute (Deannda) posted her "help a fellow Fool" link on the LBYM Board. It's brought back a lot of memories. I was a nurse for 6 years and, for much of that time, I was an "Angel of Death", working an acute hospital where most of the surgery was on cancer patients. My role was to comfort the dying and support their families. I saw a lot of dying, but not a lot of death - for some reason, my patients never died on my shift. Frequently, though, I'd know when I said goodbye to them at the end of the day, that they wouldn't be there on my next shift (one man asked me, "How long takes death?" What could I say?). Whenever there was a cardiac arrest, I could always feel a presence in the room as if it were the patient watching and deciding whether to come back (a common experience amongst nursing staff, I believe).14 years ago this month, I was working nights on a ward specialising in Breast Cancer. I was 23 and this was in Melbourne, Australia. Angela was my patient. She was 24, with stage 4 breast cancer; she'd found the lump in her breast a year earlier, the week before her baby was born. It had spread like wildfire. During one long night, the patient opposite died, and Angela and I had a long conversation about death. She was scared; she knew the cancer had taken hold and that she might not have long. That night, we made a pact: if there was life after death, who ever died first would come back and tell the other.We were serious, although the odds were shorter on her side than on mine. (However, I was about to go to work in London and the IRA were targetting tourist locations.) But we made a promise to each other, I guess as a way of comforting each other.Two months later, I was in a car driving to Gatwick Airport outside London. It was night and we were on a country road. I saw Angela standing on the side of the road. She waved at me and vanished.I know that she can't have been there in the flesh. I was 13,000 miles away from her home. I don't believe it was an illusion, either, or a case of mistaken identity (at that time of night, there shouldn't have been anyone around and we weren't near a village). The only explanation is that Angela came to fulfil her side of the pact. She kept her promise.- Pam
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