What’s the last thing someone said to you before they died?

What's the last thing someone said to you before they died?

My grandmother told me she loved me and how I saved her life by buying her that cordless phone.

90s, because she was just laying on the bathroom floor,

but she carried it with her like I told her and was able to call for help.

She had crocheted a bag for it. She was in the end stages of cancer and I was driving up four hours

every weekend to stay with her. I'd bought a phone a few weekends before and told her to take it with her.

She never had a cordless phone so it was a big deal for her. She religiously kept it charged

on how when she got up. She told me she'd seen me that weekend. She died that night.

But she died in a bed, with care around her, not on the bathroom floor alone.

My mother was at the end stage of leukemia. I called her to see how she was doing.

She was pumped full of morphine and close to the end. She told me she loved me and we hung up the phone.

My dad called not too long after and said she was near the end and I needed to get on a flight immediately.

I called the next flight out to see her before she passed away. My uncle picked me up from the airport

and informed me she had died while I was on the plane. God, I cannot imagine how much that must have

heard. So sorry for your loss. You don't have to visit me every day. I'll leave hospital in two days

anyway my father said. I replied I'd still visit next day as I love him. In the end we both were right.

Sadly, he died 25 hours after that talk. So I visited his dead body next day and he was

transported out of hospital two days after we talked. I think this exchange will stick forever in my mind.

I'm so sorry. My wife, not to me, but to our 14 year daughter just as

they and my 7 year son entered a store. Oh, daughter name, I'm fainting her heart just stopped.

Dang, I'm sorry you guys had to go through that. See you tomorrow, my father on the phone.

I found him dead in his house the next day. Fell, cracked his head open. Oh that's awful.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Be a good chapter my grandfather. I do try to be good

to be kind and respectful to others, to give what I can when I can, to stop and help when it's

needed. I'm by no means perfect. No one is, that striving to be better for others is the best

any of us can do, and what he was like right up till the end. He was so loved by the community

the church at his funeral had people standing in the wings, and it had a capacity of 1,000.

He actually was forced to retire as a GP by Grand Maritlike 75, but still snuck out to see patients.

He had a practice behind the house with a few doctors. Yeah my Grand Marit told me to be a good

boy look after your brothers and your parents. I love you she held out to talk to me. I flew home

and talked to her for two minutes then she started to die. I was the last person she talked to.

She had had a lot of deaths in my life mostly all more tragic than my 93 year old chain smoking

Grand Marit but I miss her the most. Oh it's fine, just a bump to the head. I'll take a

painkiller and have an app. Love you, my mom died of a brain hemorrhage five hours later.

This hits close to home. I was home with my mom and little brother when she started feeling

unwell. We thought about her going inside to rest. Long story short, we got her to a hospital in

time that she eventually recovered from her hemorrhage. That month while she was in the coma

I often wondered if our last interaction would be a fight. I'm so sorry your mom didn't

survive hers. By my name, it was my big brother, he was in late stage terminal cancer,

he passed at home the following night morning. My dad said I'm gonna pass out,

I'm passing out and died in my arms. OMG that's tough, hugs my friend.

I'm fine, don't worry about me, my grandfather had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and

refused all treatment. In his words, I'm 86 years old, what the heck is the point the last time I

saw him he looked bad and was clearly in a lot of pain. But he kept insisting that he didn't want

anyone making a big fuss over him. He died three days later. The feel of accepting death wakes a

huge dreadful feeling in me. Sorry for your loss. A man who helped raise me died about two days

after I saw him last. Our final interaction was him telling the most embarrassing story about

me to my new girlfriend. Thanks Steve. It's what he would have wanted to end on.

The last conversation I remember having with my grandpar before he died he asked me if I was

still playing guitar and I said I was. My grandpar tells me every time I see him how much it

makes him happy that I play. My grandpar, on the phone, I wish we could have met, he lived in New Zealand,

I live in Australia, I had met him many times, told me up inside that it had been so long

since I'd visited him that he'd forgotten me. It's not you, I promise. When my grandpar was

gradually getting worse dementia, my dad visited him three five extra week and talked to him

on the phone multiple times a day, usually the same conversation because grandpar forgot.

Even with that, every time that saw him grandpar would, sometimes gently, sometimes not,

chied him for never coming to see me. I didn't remember specifically but I was telling my mom

about how I was excited to finally move out and buy on my own. Well my own with room mates,

and she gave some sort of no word verbal acknowledgement, she had a stroke in her sleep later that day.

Tucked in my GF, kissed her good night, told her I loved her A&D would see her in the morning,

she kissed me back said love you babe and she passed the night. I found her in the A&M.

When I went to kiss her goodbye before I left for work, ETA, I am totally floored by the

traction this seems to have gotten. First thank you so much for the love,

condolences, and stories that you all have shared with me, I am both in or in honor of

a second, I am getting through one foot in front of the other, some days are better than others,

thirdly she died from complications from a number of things she had going on,

type one diabetes, arthritis, fibra, congestive heart failure, and reduced kidney function,

and it didn't help she spent her fog deck, pretty much all of jam, and nearly half of February

in the hospital from complications stemming from breaking her ankle, pneumonia, and an infection

in her hardware for the broken ankle, so this wasn't totally out of the blue, but it still sucks,

I've learned it never gets better, you just get used to the idea that they're gone, to some

of the younger editors, don't be afraid to love, deeply, honestly, openly, it's worth the pain

at sometimes comes, when we go the only things we leave behind are the stories people tell

and the memories we've made, so, enough of me being modeling, I'm going to have another

beer or two and go to bed, happen to me and my boyfriend, he kissed me on the forehead,

told me he loved me, he went to take a nap, but I couldn't wake him up, it was the day after

the best Valentine's Day, my grandpa told me I was his favorite grandchild before passing,

that caused quite a stir of jealousy afterwards amongst his children and grandchildren,

pretty much ruined the memory, fortunately, not the feeling though, my friend's grandfather died

a few years back, he had six grandkids and asked to see them all alone and individually told

them that they were his favorite and to not tell anyone, he died a couple days later,

I thought that it was funny and sweet, all right clone, talk to you later buddy,

guy I played codger with for a while, went by the name of pepper, really good dude,

I can't remember when, but it wasn't long after that I got a message from one of the other

regulars on that server that pepper had died, sent me a link to a news article, apparently he had

confronted some guy early in the morning for writing his dirt bike up and down the street making

a lot of noise, the guy and someone else came back later to confront him, they ended up running

him over twice, killing him, is in a few came out, just in time to watch the tyres go over his head,

he was such a cool guy, I always enjoyed playing and talking with him, RIP pepper,

Miss Yaman, it's weird how those gaming friendships can run deep over time, I want to live,

I don't want to be fend and watered and turn to the sun like some kind of plant, since this blue

up, he did die, he was going in for brain surgery and the outcome was questionable,

him saying that made it a lot more possible for me to consent to withdrawing life support when

it became necessary, oh this is so sad but also sounds like whoever said this was a strong person,

I hope they found p6, my husband trying to get out of the hospice bed, again when he didn't

have the strength to stand, in exhausted frustration I snapped at him and he laid back down, saying

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the last words he ever said to me, he died a few hours later, it

warns me still, my grandma was in hospice, she just looked up at me and whispered in the

smallest, most child length voice, I want to go home, I still hear that to this day,

99 year old grandfather after recurring many heart attacks over a couple of weeks, tell,

wife, I said hello, I will see you later with his slight grin and a wink,

in you, in you, in you, we all knew, great guy and always had a great attitude under any circumstance

he faced, that felt kind of heavy but also kind of nice, you were new, he went out with a grin

and with you by his side, what about us, the one that always will stick with me was when I was

working on the ambulance, got called to home during a blizzard for a 35 year old male

seizing and foaming at the mouth, me and my partner under train I had with me go and respond,

and while and route get an update that patient was now conscious and admitted to ingesting poison

intentionally, poison control and medical control call us to advise he admitted to using

strickening, a potent nerve toxin used in the old days for rodent control on farms or

industrial sites primarily, we get up to the house and I start talking to him, get an IV established,

give him activated charcoal per med control, and he is completely honest with me,

he tells me he took it cause he had been fighting depression and anxiety for years and work

finally put him over the edge, while his girlfriend was in the shower he mixed it into his drink and

chugged it and took some sleeping aids hoping he would pass in his sleep and be less traumatic for

his girlfriend, he went to bed like nothing was wrong and his girlfriend came out to find him

seizing on the bedroom floor, he grabbed me by the shirt and he said I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I

did this to you, he sees the gain while holding my shirt and began to vomit and aspirate,

he went pulse his shortly after and me and the train needed CPR for 16 minutes, unable to travel

in the storm, that is one of menacles that will stay with me forever,

on a coaching course for a week, how you guys, last what's up message from my brother,

I never responded because I was too busy, this one kind of hits me harder than most of them here,

sometimes we just keep living, sometimes we go on weeks or months without catching up and in

that I'm something can happen, the worst is how sudden it is, no crescendos or legendary send

offs with well their words, you just find out, thank you, as usual, it's really about time I

returned the favor, my elder brother had told me this countless times before, he almost always said

it when he left, I responded with the usual, he was strange in the prior conversation but because

he seemed in a better mood than normal, that last goodbye, the same as always promised that had

just become a formality, just felt so normal, I had no idea he'd already resolved to take his own life,

he was saying goodbye for good, and I didn't even notice, my uncle was hit in the head with brass

knuckles and his last words to me where I wasn't hit, it was just a door 12 year old me said that

wasn't a door, you were hit and he said then why do you ask, we were both laughing about it

and he said he was okay, he wasn't, that and my aunt I was making something for when I was 11,

I kept telling her to stay for five more minutes while I finished, she said I'll be back early tomorrow,

she passed away that night, my best friend, it was great to see you,

can't wait to hang out with you again soon, he died a few weeks later in a snowmobile accident

before we could make time to get together, after he passed, I decided that if I ever had a son I

would give him my friend middle name, Erin, fast forward ten years into my wife was pregnant

with our first son, when she was having troubled detecting his movement we went to the hospital

and she was given an emergency csection, we didn't realize until later but Erin was born ten

years to the day that my friend passed away, Erin was released from the Niku eight days later,

on what would have been my friend's birthday, well that is a wild timeline,

my mom fell into a coma about a week before she died from lung cancer, don't smoke,

but the last time I saw her conscious, she called me by my child of Niku name and said she

loved me and was proud of me, in terms of appearance last words, it was the best thing she could have

said, I still tear up when I think of it, ten years later, the last thing my dad said to me was,

my sister, is taking me to the hospital, I'm not feeling well, tell your daughter,

I said I love her too and I will see you guys soon, he went into surgery and never woke up,

died four days later, sorry for your losses, but I think that when your mum called you by your

child of name that just symbolizes that no matter what, you're always gonna be the kid,

that's beautiful that they still have that in their forefront of their mind, to be somewhat

childish, near the end, my father calling me and wishing me a happy birthday two weeks before he passed

away, two days before I flew home, two months ago, the day before my grandfather slipped into his

last sleep my car broke down, he heard about it and gave me a lot of money when I visited him,

the last thing he said to me, I wanted to see you smile for one last time, for me, my grandfather was

lending me his truck so I could take my stuff for my second year of university, last thing I heard

him say was don't forget to check the oil, died about two weeks later suddenly, my dad and I took

that truck to the funeral and on the way there the oil light came on, about six months ago I was

with my mum on the phone to my grandma who was dying from covid pneumonia, mum said to her I

love you, she replied I love you too, her words were barely audible over the phone with her

breath so labored, grandma, who I was very close to, didn't know I was also on that call to her,

I couldn't bring myself to tell her I also loved her because I knew I would have broken down and

burst into tears as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I wanted to tell her so much, I was desperate

but just couldn't, she died an hour or so later, I love you too with the last words I heard her

say, but I still feel horrible sadness and regret that I didn't tell her I loved her while I

had an opportunity in her final moments, she was such a lovely part of my life and I'll never stop

missing her, she knew, and she knows, put the regrets behind you, she knows, love never ends

my father was mostly nonverbal and not lucid while decline in from cancer, I was sitting bedside when

he suddenly woke up and started getting out of bed, where are you going, dad I asked, he looked at

me, his eyes twinkling above a huge smile and said, I'm going to get some ice cream, boy

come here my granddad wanting to tell me something before I went to work I said I'll see you when

I finish the, he died while I was at work, killed me inside knowing he wanted to tell me something

before he died, maybe he wanted to tell you that he loves you because he knew he was about to pass away

saw my child at best friend after a few months, we were both busy and walking opposite directions

and I told him I'd come over tomorrow to catch up and play some Xbox but died in a car crash that night,

he was 14, would be turning 20 this year if he made it, harder to hurt to read,

I also lost a friend at 14, two years back, hope you're doing well

don't stop riding, my dad, brother and I were heavily into mountain biking,

my dad found a group through his work that rode their bicycles in a group on the weekend,

I was a teenager at the time but I became friends with an older lady named Joyce,

on a road ride one morning, all the slower people, me, my dad, Joyce and a few others,

were drafting off each other, when it was my turn, I accidentally clipped Joyce's handlebar

and she went down hard, now it was a nasty fall but it wasn't bad enough to cause anything serious,

her protective gear should have saved her but she was down, she was in a lot of pain and couldn't

move without crying, we ended up having to call an ambulance, 14 year old me was

distraught that I hurt her so bad, a week or two later we get a call, Joyce had advanced stage

cancer and the unexplained extreme pain from the fall was related to it, and that was how the

doctors discovered it, I'll cut this short, the meds didn't work, and she was told she had less

and six months, when it was our turn to visit her, she let me know that she doesn't blame me

for what happened, and that I shouldn't let this stop me from writing, don't stop writing,

your accident may have been a blessing, not everyone has a chance to say goodbye, she did,

my aunts last words that I heard from her were you've grown so much as I was a little kid,

about five, and she hadn't seen me for a while, the sheer innocence and love in that phrase is what

I associate with my aunt now, and she was amazing, my maternal grandma said something similar to me,

I am a graded to the USA with my parents when I was four, five and didn't visit it again

until I was like 15, at that time my grandma was bedridden and I was told she had lost her memory,

but when I met her she was lucid enough to know who I was and asked me how my mother was doing.

Thank you for taking such good care of me, you did a wonderful job, my mother after a stupid

accident caused her to die a little prematurely while she was terminally old with pancreatic cancer,

I was her primary care giver for the last seven months of her life, we knew she wouldn't wake up in

the morning, it'll be five years on the third of June, still hard to think about. I lost my

grandma exactly six years ago, I know it's hard, but I also know that they would have loved to see

us living at the best we could, it's sending a lot of hugs. Before my husband completed suicide,

he jumped up out of bed and said I'm just so rattled, I'm going to go call, my friend,

found him past about 2.5 hours later, I talked to his friend and found out he didn't actually

call him that night so I think he just said that to keep me from following him, it was late

and we both had to work in the morning, but this particular friend was someone he talked to when

he was having problems with his PTSD. My friend in college died by suicide, he sent me a message

on FB messenger saying I need a hug, the FB messenger glitched, didn't send me the notification,

and I didn't see the message until after it happened, painful to remember.

When I woke her up she said why did you wake me up, after I kissed her goodbye she said you can't

wake me up any time. That sounds like real love, I am so sorry she's gone.

Not sure if this counts, be the friend from the University who was in Denmark,

I'm in the UK sent me one of those multimedia messages, I assume it was because it was a really

long message, that I messageed him back, thinking maybe it was just a picture at the time

and said you should get what's up my guy, I can't see what you've sent me, I didn't get a response,

and found out a week later that he had killed himself, I was never able to convert the message

after and I have no idea what he wanted to say, I still think about it from time to time,

but I try not to linger on the memory now, it feels too heavy.

My ex used to give a work colleague a lift to and from work, we were about to have time off for

a holiday, on the last day before we left, the work colleague said goodbye and thank you,

after our holiday, we called in to see him to check for future travel arrangements to find out

that he had died while we were away. Didn't say anything but I got a thumbs up,

a friend of mine's brain cancer came back, he didn't want people seeing him too much because

of what the chemo was doing to him, after he was hospitalized I arranged to go visit him,

he was completely out of it when I got there but I had a nice conversation with his wife about

all the arrangements they were making so they could bring him home the next week,

I was going to leave but his wife woke him up so he knew I was there, he was too out of it to

talk but I got a thumbs up, I went home and started talking to my friends about putting together

some kind of welcome home care package, I got a call the next weekend to say he had passed,

that was about five years ago, I still have the care package, I don't know what to do with it,

give it to his wife, I think she would like to see how much all of his friends cared for him

and how much you loved him to do that for him, if you are new to the channel you can subscribe,

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