I have worked as a hospice nurse for the last 20 years, and I’ve had lots of these kinds of experiences with people I was caring for as they were dying. I remember one lady who told me, when I went in to give her medication, “I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, because he died seven years ago, but my husband is standing over there in the corner by the door, and he’s wearing his favorite plaid sports jacket.” And she died the next day. There have been so many experiences like that. So I knew what this was when it happened to my daughter, Tina, who was just two weeks shy of her 34th birthday when she was dying of cancer in 2018. The last time she was admitted to the hospital during her 11 months of treatment, she was so sick. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, and several times, when her eyes were closed, she would be mumbling and giggling. I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew immediately who she was talking to. When she was more awake, I asked her if she’d been talking to her brother, who had died two years before. She smiled and nodded her head ‘yes.’ It comforted me a great deal. The two of them were so close, just two years apart. Over the next 12 or so hours, she kept mumbling and chuckling that same way while her eyes were closed. Only my son could ever make her giggle like that. And I think it was what my daughter needed, to let go of this life. She died the next morning. They’re together now.