My Last Moment With Mom
Jul 25, 2019
4 minutes
By Jackie O’Guin, ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
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“Jackie,” the voice said. It had pulled me from a deep sleep. I squinted out into the darkness of my bedroom.
“Jackie.”
My husband was asleep beside me. In front of me, I saw…myself. I was interacting with someone, having a wonderful conversation. I couldn’t see the person’s face, but the presence felt familiar.
“Jackie,” the voice said again.
Mom? It had been decades since we spoke, but I’d recognize her voice anywhere. Who can forget her mother’s voice? As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I took in the scene. I should have felt nervous during this out-of-body experience. Instead I felt peaceful and happy watching myself in my mom’s presence. I could see the smile on my own
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