Transcriber: Nadine Hennig Reviewer: Fatima Zahra El Hafa
I'd like for you all to transport in time with me.
We're going to go back to 1932.
So my mother went with her family to a house in 1932,
and she told me about going up the stairs.
I'm taking a little break to the right and there was a room there.
There were flowers. There were people talking.
She was little, so she's looking up at everybody.
And the dearly departed was there, laid out on a chair between two boards
between, well, he wasn't that big, one board, two chairs.
How many of you have seen something like that?
Yes, if you're of a certain age, perhaps.
We did have a few hands raised. Fabulous.
We've taken death out of the home, and when we took death out of the home,
we stopped learning about dying and what to do about it.
And we stopped learning how to do something
or what to do [when] we get scared.
And when we get scared of something, very often we stop talking about it.
So we have in this country...
We don't talk about death and dying very often.
I'm a death educator and a death researcher,
and that makes me a little crazy.
So we're going to talk about death and dying today.
I want to start by telling you about my mother.
My mother opted to go on hospice in 2005
and she and I had a lot of frank conversations.
I said to her one afternoon,
"Mom, you may have some visitors when it's your time to go.
You may have angels or family members.
I don't know who's going to show up but somebody may show up.
Will you tell me if somebody comes?"
And she's walking down the hall and she looks over shoulder
and she said, "It depends on who it is."
(Laughter)
OK, I have no idea what that means.
Four months later, she was in the hospital bed,
in the living room at her house, and her eyes were closed
and I was watching her track something, something underneath her eyelids.
I said, "Mom, what do you see?"
She said, "Daddy Charlie, grandmother,
mother and daddy, uncle Claude, aunt Nala."
She has a beautiful smile in her face.
I said, "Where are they?"
"Walking up the road from the farmhouse."
My brother Jim had been gone about 13 years.
He had died some 13 years beforehand and I expected him to be there.
I had had a dream
that he was sitting in a chair, his legs crossed, reading a book.
So I said, "Mom, where's Jim?"
"Oh, he's been right here."
The night she died,
my mom was reaching up towards something I couldn't see,
and I didn't know then that that was part of deathbed phenomenon
until I began my research.
And here's some other things I learned.
For six centuries, anecdotal accounts
and a little bit of research have detailed the auditory visual
and tactile experiences of those nearing death.
Most often people are met by friends or family members.
Their purpose seems to be to help the dying person
with the death experience.
And most often these visions are comforting.
People see angels.
People see religious entities that are important to them culturally.
So you may see the Buddha, or the Virgin Mary,
or Yama, the Hindu god of death.
People see landscapes. People hear music.
Kids have kid-friendly visions.
There's a story about a hospice...
There was a pediatric hospital here in San Antonio in the 80s.
And the story went that there was a boy there that was dying.
He was complaining to the nurse about the noise in the corner,
the noisy boys in the corner.
The nurse looked over, and there wasn't anybody.
She said, "Who's there?"
And he named off three names
of three kids who had been at that hospital before he got there.
These experiences happen all over the world,
all religion, all cultures, all ages.
They happen to people who are blind, they happen to people who are deaf.
Some researchers say, this is the limbic system going crazy.
These are purely hallucinations.
These are embedded memories of a lifetime that are coming out.
Others say, this is proof of the souls' existence after death.
Neither side can prove their hypothesis, and my conjecture is this:
it doesn't matter - sorry for all the scientists in the room -
it doesn't matter why they happen, it matters that they do.
In my research, I talked with people
who are at the bedside when somebody's dying.
One wife said to me, she was talking to her husband one afternoon and said,
"Do you ever see anybody or hear anybody?"
She said in her estimation, he was completely lucid.
He had had a little bit of pain medication.
He was doing a sudoku puzzle,
and he said, "Yeah, there is a soldier
that comes and stands by my bed at night and keeps me company.
Can't you just see him standing there at attention?
And there's a dog that comes in and lays by my feet in the afternoon."
And he went on to describe the beloved family pet
that had been their's early in their marriage.
Witnesses in my research talked about how they saw something happening
and they knew they didn't need to do anything about it.
So when Mrs Harrison walked in and saw Mr Harrison talking to somebody,
she was a little perplexed, but she asked him about it.
He was terrified to die.
He had been horribly abused as a child,
terrified to die, afraid his family was going to come.
Instead, on the scene came this seven-year-old boy named Jimmy.
Mrs Harrison said, she went with it.
She said, "I really didn't know what else to do. I just went with it."
And Jimmy stayed with. Mr Harrison the last two weeks of his life
and kept him company
and helped his transition being an easier one as he left this world.
Witnesses talked about how they recognize that the phenomena
that were happening were signs that death was near,
even when experts said that wasn't the case.
They saw the signs, and they knew the difference
between hallucinations and visions.
So hallucinations, for them, didn't have any kind of context,
and were frightening, anxiety-provoking, versus the visions,
which did have a context, and brought great comfort.
When I work with families now, I tell them,
"Your person may see things you can't see,
they may hear things you can't [hear],
they may reach up to the sky, they may look through you,
they may talk in metaphors about moving or leaving or going,
even though they're bed bound, they need their shoes,
or they need their map, or they need their purse,
or they need to get to the stadium.
They've got to get somewhere.
When Mom said – just before her three-year-old died,
he said, "Daddy, the train's here. I've got to go now."
For that mom and for other folks in my research,
these visions, these deathbed phenomena, were of great comfort to them.
When we educate families about these experiences,
and we educate the patient about these experiences, there's less fear.
And, my goodness, we need less fear around death and dying.
I had the opportunity to work with a patient named Butch.
Butch which was 94, he had congestive heart failure,
and he decided he needed to go in hospice.
He was ready.
I got a text one afternoon from his daughter
that the visions had started and everything was okay.
His daughter talked about how Butch was often in the other room.
And this is the language she used for him being there, talking with the unseens,
versus over here, talking to the daughter and the other people who are in the room.
And he was often in the other room.
So one afternoon - I forgot to say:
Butch was a pretty famous rugby player, in South Africa in his day.
So one afternoon, in the other room, the rugby team came to visit Butch.
Now his family had also come.
His parents had come, his brothers and sisters.
But there was the rugby team.
The rugby team had come in on really long ladders.
Came down, stayed with him, and they had a really big party.
And then the rugby team left. They left shorter ladders.
And Butch was ticked because the ladders were too short
and he couldn't get up to where they were.
Another day he was ticked off because his suitcase was packed
and he was ready to go, and they left without him.
Another day, he held out his hand, and he said his daughter,
"I've got these machine parts. I don't want to lose them."
This is a very common metaphor for the dying.
There is some bigger whole picture, and their piece is missing,
and they've got to make sure it's whole.
He's got these parts in his hand.
She went and got a Ziploc.
Let me tell you why I love that – because more often than not,
people reach for medication to quell something they don't understand.
And they miss an opportunity to connect with the person.
They miss an opportunity to meet the dying person where they are.
She didn't miss it.
Is any of this real? I say "Yes."
Yes, it's real, because it's real to the people that it happens to.
I don't know how to measure those things
that are beyond our ordinary human capacity for understanding.
I'm a researcher. I don't know how to measure wonder.
I know what it feels like. I do know what it feels like.
And I know I feel great comfort myself when I think,
that my mom didn't leave this world by herself,–
and the boy got to go on that train
and Butch had his buddies around before he left.
When I meet people at parties for the first time,
think how much fun that is. "What do you do for a living?"
Me, and the sex girl, and the bacteria guy
can all go together to the party.
(Laughter)
So we I meet them, and this happens.
It is, "That's really nice. I'm going to go get a drink."
And I never see them again.
(Laughter)
Or something happens like [what] happened at lunch today.
"Let me tell you a story.
I've been scared to tell anybody
because I didn't want anybody to think I was crazy.
And I say, "My goodness. I want to hear your story.
Please tell me your story."
It's these stories, yours and mine, that are going to bring comfort
and hope and calm as we help the ones we love leave this world,
and as it is our own time to go.
So if you have had a deathbed vision experience,
a witness experience with somebody you love,
would you raise your hand?
Ok, I would like for you, in the next 48 hours,
to tell somebody about that.
The more we tell our stories, the more we're going to eradicate this fear.
And it's really important.
Steve Jobs said six words before he died.
October 5th, 2011, he died.
"I want to invite you to engage in your own sense of wonder
as I leave you today, minds wide open,"
were Steve Jobs' last words,
"Oh, wow.
Oh, wow.
Oh, wow!"
Thank you.
(Applause)