anyway?
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why he’s in there making noise,” I said.
The hospice nurse said, “I’ll go get him.” She left, and when she came back she just stood in the doorway, wide-eyed.
“What?” I said.
“There’s no one there,” she said. But we could still hear the noise. “It’s your mom.”
I’ve heard stories about things like that but I’d never experienced anything like it firsthand. We all looked at each other and nobody could believe it.
Then the noises stopped. And in the very next moment, hand to God, my mom made a sound like she was gasping for air, and that was it. She took her very last breath, and then she was gone. I swear on my life.
And then all of a sudden the door to my sister’s room slammed shut! I ran to look into my room, but my husband was sound asleep with the kids. How could the door have slammed shut on its own? Maybe it didn’t. I know that was Mom on her way out.
Her body now looked so different, so not like her, that it almost scared me. I realized Mom was saying to me in my mind, “I’m not in there honey, don’t worry. I’m not in there, I’m out here now.” It was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had, and it brought me so much peace.
The hospice nurse said she had seen similar things happen at the very end, especially when the person dying had a very strong personality. She told us, “That’s your mom saying good-bye.”
I know a lot of people won’t believe the story—some just aren’t open to that kind of thing at all—but I can tell it to you with confidence because so many people witnessed it. I’m so glad that I was open to the meaning of it all, because the experience made me feel so much better. I know it was Mom trying to make me feel better, just like always.
Before I finish my chapter about my mom, Big Kathy, I want to tell you the last part of the story about the ring. Mom gave it to me shortly before she died, partly because she knew Kathy and Kim had a lot of jewelry and I didn’t have as much. Kathy and Kim each have an incredible jewelry collection. But she also wanted me to have it because she felt I was always so responsible. I was always the nervous Nellie, worrying and wanting things to be right, even as a little girl, and my mom always said I was ridiculously mature for my age. She used to joke, “You know, Kyle was changing her own diapers and making her own bottles when she was one year old—and scheduling her own dental appointments at eleven!”
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Spirited Conversations
I’m not embarrassed to say it: I believe that people can communicate with us from other realms and that some individuals here on Earth have a special gift for tuning them in and helping us understand our lives. But I was very puzzled during an episode of season 1 when we went to Camille Grammer’s house for a dinner party with a friend of hers who was a psychic. The psychic and I got into a disagreement, and she said some pretty harsh things about me and to me. As usual, I spoke quite directly to her. She told me I didn’t get along with women, which was completely off-base because I love the women in my life. I grew up in a house with all women. Are you kidding? I’m a girl’s girl through and through, just like my mom. She loved having her girlfriends over all the time, and they’d cook in the kitchen and laugh hysterically together.
So we had another psychic to dinner for season 2, and this time she got things so right it was almost scary.
I invited all the girls from the show to dinner at my house, and after dinner we all sat around the table and had a séance. (This psychic was also a medium.)
Yes, you can call me the Shirley MacLaine of Real Housewives ! Ha-ha!
So the psychic was going around the table, and in the middle of talking to someone she all of a sudden stopped. “Wait, hold on one second!” she said. “Kyle, your mom is here. She’s really interrupting a lot. Okay, she wants me to let you know
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why he’s in there making noise,” I said.
The hospice nurse said, “I’ll go get him.” She left, and when she came back she just stood in the doorway, wide-eyed.
“What?” I said.
“There’s no one there,” she said. But we could still hear the noise. “It’s your mom.”
I’ve heard stories about things like that but I’d never experienced anything like it firsthand. We all looked at each other and nobody could believe it.
Then the noises stopped. And in the very next moment, hand to God, my mom made a sound like she was gasping for air, and that was it. She took her very last breath, and then she was gone. I swear on my life.
And then all of a sudden the door to my sister’s room slammed shut! I ran to look into my room, but my husband was sound asleep with the kids. How could the door have slammed shut on its own? Maybe it didn’t. I know that was Mom on her way out.
Her body now looked so different, so not like her, that it almost scared me. I realized Mom was saying to me in my mind, “I’m not in there honey, don’t worry. I’m not in there, I’m out here now.” It was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had, and it brought me so much peace.
The hospice nurse said she had seen similar things happen at the very end, especially when the person dying had a very strong personality. She told us, “That’s your mom saying good-bye.”
I know a lot of people won’t believe the story—some just aren’t open to that kind of thing at all—but I can tell it to you with confidence because so many people witnessed it. I’m so glad that I was open to the meaning of it all, because the experience made me feel so much better. I know it was Mom trying to make me feel better, just like always.
Before I finish my chapter about my mom, Big Kathy, I want to tell you the last part of the story about the ring. Mom gave it to me shortly before she died, partly because she knew Kathy and Kim had a lot of jewelry and I didn’t have as much. Kathy and Kim each have an incredible jewelry collection. But she also wanted me to have it because she felt I was always so responsible. I was always the nervous Nellie, worrying and wanting things to be right, even as a little girl, and my mom always said I was ridiculously mature for my age. She used to joke, “You know, Kyle was changing her own diapers and making her own bottles when she was one year old—and scheduling her own dental appointments at eleven!”
----
Spirited Conversations
I’m not embarrassed to say it: I believe that people can communicate with us from other realms and that some individuals here on Earth have a special gift for tuning them in and helping us understand our lives. But I was very puzzled during an episode of season 1 when we went to Camille Grammer’s house for a dinner party with a friend of hers who was a psychic. The psychic and I got into a disagreement, and she said some pretty harsh things about me and to me. As usual, I spoke quite directly to her. She told me I didn’t get along with women, which was completely off-base because I love the women in my life. I grew up in a house with all women. Are you kidding? I’m a girl’s girl through and through, just like my mom. She loved having her girlfriends over all the time, and they’d cook in the kitchen and laugh hysterically together.
So we had another psychic to dinner for season 2, and this time she got things so right it was almost scary.
I invited all the girls from the show to dinner at my house, and after dinner we all sat around the table and had a séance. (This psychic was also a medium.)
Yes, you can call me the Shirley MacLaine of Real Housewives ! Ha-ha!
So the psychic was going around the table, and in the middle of talking to someone she all of a sudden stopped. “Wait, hold on one second!” she said. “Kyle, your mom is here. She’s really interrupting a lot. Okay, she wants me to let you know
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