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35 People Reveal Deathbed Confessions They’ve Heard That They Can’t Get Out Of Their Heads
Whether it's withholding your dark thoughts or embarrassing actions, keeping secrets is a normal part of human relationships. But so is the desire to get rid of them. After all, an open and truthful disclosure reduces stress and helps people come to terms with their behavior and sense of self. This is especially relevant in our last moments, which we want to spend in our loved ones' embrace and not obsess about our shortcomings. So when a post on r/AskReddit invited everyone to share the most memorable deathbed confessions they've heard, it received plenty of answers. Here are some of the things that were just too heavy for folks to take with them to the afterlife.
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#1
My dad had Alzheimer's and ended up in a secure ward. He was blind and almost deaf. I was visiting him one day. He didn't know who I was, but he started talking about me. He said I had done better than him in life and that he was proud of me. He was a quiet man IRL and never told me that when I was growing up.
Looking back, he did things that my dumb a*s never realised were for me. Like, when he retired his colleagues asked what he'd like as a present. He chose a scientific calculator (this was back in the 1970's). He had no use for it. He gave it to me for university. I thought he was just passing it on, not realising that he'd asked for it with me in mind.
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#2
When I was in hospital, the guy in the bed next to me just asked to stop taking his meds as he was ready to die. Last thing I heard him say was "There's no one waiting for me at home, so I'm going where they are."
Wasn't really a shocking confession, just a lonely and heartbreaking one.
#3
I have an amazing one:
My great grandmother lived a very long and interesting life. She was in her 20s in the great depression. She had a wild streak from those days that we don't know much about, to the point that we actually don't know our great grandfather's name. Just the husband she took later.
Over the course of her nearly 100 year life, she had collected owls. Literally thousands of owl figurines. She had clocks, wall-hangings, potholders, lamps, stained glass art, salt shakers, and more little figurines than you could imagine, all depicting owls.
We all wondered the importance of the owls. She never talked about them, we just all knew she loved owls.
Well, when she was nearing death, at the age of 98 or 99, and the docs said she had days, my grandparents went and talked to her and they asked her if she had anything she wanted to share or ask before she goes.
She thought for a moment, then said, "I never understood the owls."
It turns out, she didn't really give a s**t about owls. Near as we could piece together sometime in the 40s or 50s perhaps, she bought either a trivet or a set of salt/pepper shakers that were owls. Then someone got her the other. Those were the oldest owls anyone could remember. But from there, someone got her an owl to match, probably a potholder or place mat. And all the sudden her kitchen was owl themed. From there, it snowballed. The owls flowed like wine, baffling her for 60 years, eventually taking over as the bulk of her personal belongings.
The moral is: if you're not actually into something, mention it early.
#4
This isnt a confession, but I just wanted to share the last thing my grandfather said to me before he passed away due to lungcancer. I was about to go to Rome for a schooltrip and my family told me to go to set my mind on something else for a few days. Before I left I wanted to say goodbye as it was possibly the last time I could talk to him. He told me: "Have fun boy, I'll see you next week." I went to Rome and when I came back, he was already in a deep sleep due to medication. He wanted to peacefully pass away while sleeping. I came back the next week and he was sleeping when I went to visit him. I told him everything I did in Rome even though I knew he wouldn't wake up. The next morning he passed away. My grandmother said to me: "He waited for you"
I still miss him so much.
#5
My grandpa, a Sicilian man with blessed cooking skills, told us on his deathbed that his meatballs were actually frozen meatballs from the grocery store
#6
Not my story but that of a hospice worker who spoke to my class. For those who don’t know, hospice is a method of end-of-life care that focuses on alleviating the emotional & physical pain of a dying person to ease their passing rather than combatting their imminent death.
One of her patients was a bed-bound woman in her 90s who was generally unresponsive but had flashes of recognition & engagement. It’s hard to gauge the level to which unresponsive patients are detached from their surroundings, so they encourage family members to keep their company in hopes of soothing the patient. Now this patient was from a U.S. state that prided itself on its state university (and the university’s football team). The woman’s family had attended this university for four or five generations. During her hospice care, however, her great-granddaughter was the first in their family to decide to go to a different school—the rival state’s university, in fact. Her family was supportive of her decision but often joked about her being the “rebel” or “Judas” or what-have-you.
One day, they were all sitting around the woman’s bedside, teasing the girl about her decision. Suddenly, the patient sat up, looked at her great-granddaughter, said, “Traitor,” and f*****g DIED.
Edit: Thanks for the awards! FWIW, the hospice worker said her family (eventually) thought it was hilarious. Go Bucks
#7
My husband had a cardiac event that required an ambulance. As the ambulance was arriving I asked him if the code to open his phone was XXXX, he said yes, then looked up at me and said "I am so sorry".
He had successful surgery, but had several strokes on the operating table and was taken off life support after 7 days.
When I opened his phone I found out he was having an affair. The same code to his phone also opened his laptop where I found telephone recordings of he and his girlfriend, as well as screenshots of their chats.
I don't know how interesting this is, but it was certainly devastating to me.
Kate Priestley 1 year ago (edited)
I found out about my late husband's affair the same way, except he never said sorry.
#8
My Nana was renowned for religiously having a gin and tonic at 9pm every night. She and my Grandpa had started the tradition on the honeymoon and she continued it 20 years after his death.
On her own deathbed in the hospital we managed to sneak in a gin and tonic in a hip flask. We offered it to her, only for Nana to turn around and say "I've never really been fond of them"
Bless her, she went out laughing at us
The Scout 1 year ago
My Grandma had the decade long habit to have a single glass of egg liqueur every evening before going to bed. Unfortunately when dementia set in during the last years, she could not always remember if she already had had her glass or not - which one time lead to her going through an entire bottle of egg liqeur that evening....
#9
I worked as a night janitor in the children's cancer ward at my local hospital. There was a little boy (about 6 years old) laying in bed and he called me in to his room because he wanted help adjusting his pillow (he was hooked up with wires and stuff so he couldnt roll over to place the pillow how he wanted.) Figuring I'd be allowed to do it since a nurse wasn't really needed for it, I parked my cart outside of the room and went in.
In the room, he started asking me different questions about my job. The first being was I a nurse. I said no. He asked me if I seen his mom in the hallway and told me that she'd gone down to the cafeteria to get him strawberry milk and a donut, I said no to that to. He was quiet for a second. Then he looked me right in the face and said "If I pass away soon, I hope that my mom is not sad."
That hit me. Like really really hard. This kid was 100 percent aware that he could die and his mother would be affected by it. I didn't even know how to feel so I told him that he wasn't going to pass away and hundreds of people survive cancer (which is a big number to someone that young). I left shortly after and broke down crying in the bathroom. A few days later, I was wiping down the wooden support railings along the walls of that hallway and his room was "closed for cleaning + disinfection". That sign is only hung outside of rooms when someone dies
A girl 1 year ago
Where I'm from, they put a crafted butterfly on the door. I never noticed until mom. Nothing on the door when I entered, butterfly after I and the nurse realized she'd literally passed in front of us. My brother was in an accident and I got a call he wasn't doing well. I got to the hospital as quickly as I could. Only to find butterflys on his door.💔
#10
When my grandfather was on his deathbed, he told the doctor "f**k you, I ain't dying!" He fought for as long as he could, survived 4 heart attacks and god knows how many strokes, but eventually he passed. But goddamn if he wasn't an inspiration. Some days I have a hard time getting out of bed, or finding a reason to do anything. But this old coot found a reason to keep living: spite. He looked death in the face several times and said "f**k you, I'm gonna make you work for it!"
Miss ya Butch.
#11
I didn't see it, but my aunt watched her elderly mother fall down the stairs and confess just before she died that she wasn't her biological mother.
She told my aunt that her oldest sister was actually her mother. The sister had gotten pregnant too young and the mom said it was hers. A common way of handling it back then. She revealed it in her very last breath.
Monarch cat lady 1 year ago
Confessing something like can destroy relationships and families. Unfortunately. It's so sad.
#12
Mother ran a nursing home growing up. From ages 5-10 I spent every weekend with residents.
Because I was a kid, residents often confessed stuff they thought I wouldn’t understand.
Two stick out. One funny, one not.
Women was dying, maybe about 96. Even had her last burst of energy/life where she thought she was “better” (this is common). A Black delivery man came with some flowers. After he left she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I can’t believe I’m dying without having been with a colored man.”
Second one was while I was reading bible verses to a resident, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drop that baby in the well.”
#13
Not a deathbed confession, but the last conversation I had with my grandfather has always stuck with me. He had Parkinson’s, and lived on a farm outside of town. One day he looked at me and said “I’m getting too old to take care of Mom (my grandmother). I need you to do that for me, okay?” His health deteriorated pretty rapidly from that point onward
I still call my grandmother every single day, and try to get back home whenever I can to help out around the farm.
#14
My great grandfather was in his mid 90's when he died. Health was always good, but a benign tumor deemed to dangerous to operate on at his age went septic. He was dead a week later.
I went to visit him in the hospital. My family used to see him a lot, but there was a falling out between him and my grandma several years before, so we stopped seeing them. Funny enough though, I constantly ran into him at the store and we always had nice chats.
Anyway, in the hospital he told me not to worry about him. Most everyone he's every known was dead, and he was ready to die.
The week he felt himself getting sick, he know something was off and made arrangements to get my great grandma into a nursing home. He took care of her with her alzheimer's, so he wouldn't die until he knew she was taken care of. They were married for over 70 years. My favorite story is that every Sunday for over 50 years, he would drop my great grandma off at church, and then sat in the car and waited for her. Hated religion, but loved his wife lol.
#15
I may not be your real grandfather, I kidnapped your Mom when she was little.
That was a heck of a punch in the gut for sure.
#16
My time to shine; I worked at a hospital in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, a small town near Munich for the last 14 years. My job there is not fancy at all, I move people around, throw the trash out and occasionally I take care of some handy-like work (fix a leaking shower head and stuff like that).
As you can imagine, I get to see a lot of patients that come and go, some of them pass away (such is life, I guess). I remember a few instances of people confessing to me their biggest regrets, here are some examples:
- An old polish woman, told me that she regretted "not f*****g Hitler when she had the chance" (her words). I wanted to ask her about more context, but I was afraid to be honest.
- Another notable example was an old truck driver that used to work for an Easter Germany company, he told me that he once run over some kids with his truck and was too afraid to stop and check if they were ok.
- Once another Polish lady told me that she used to be a prostitute during 2nd World War and that she slept with "very high up" people in the government. She told me that she did not regret that part of her life, but that she could not tell anyone and that was a heavy emotional drag. She also told me that she aborted more than five babies during that time.
#17
My grandfather admitted to me and only me that he "accidentally" had sex with a man
#18
My partners grandfather never spoke about his WW2 service, we are Australian. He joined after lying about his name and age so we can't find any records, he would have been 16. We do know he was in the Pacific somewhere and when he got back his lie was exposed and because he was by then 18 he was drafted under his real name...and promptly arrested, he would do anything to not get sent back to fight! He got drunk, fought and self harmed.
His adult life was spent mostly as an alcoholic and being a s**t husband and father though in his later years he was able to make some good. Grandkids appearing softened him.
In his dying hours he relived his time at war. Some things he said...
Oh god they are here
The japs are behind us sir
Stab him, stab him...f*****g stick him!
Help
Medic
All around
And he also had a string of names he kept saying. Such a tortured, broken mind.
#19
Many years ago I was working in an open heart surgery ICU and had a man in his early 40’s as my patient. He had many tattoos of demons, etc. He didn’t recover very well after his emergency heart surgery and was in a medically induced coma for about two weeks before we could wake him up and remove his breathing tube. When he finally woke up he was crying. He said I feel like I just spent an entire lifetime in hell and I’ve done horrible things in my life and I completely deserved it. He wept for hours and wanted to apologize to everyone he had ever hurt in his life.
#20
My Grandma suffered from dementia for many years before she passed. It got so bad she didn’t remember who her family were, and would barricade herself in her home because she was scared of everyone.
She even forgot she smoked and would find her cigarettes months later after forgetting where they were and claim she was desperate for one. She’d put them away after 1 and that would be her again for months.
The only memories she had left at the end was that her sister used to be able to play the piano beautifully and her husband - her childhood sweetheart - was gone but she didn’t know where (he’d died some time earlier).
She spent her days waiting for him to come home from wherever he was. “My John will be home soon” she would say, or someone would walk past the window and she’d double take and say “thought that was my John”.
It was heartbreaking watching her deteriorate until she was on her deathbed, unaware of anything or anyone. I went to say my goodbyes to her in the hospital and she held my hand and told me how much she loved me but how she was ready to go be with John now.
In that moment, she remembered who I was, what was happening to her and that her husband, my Grandad, had gone already. She went in her sleep not long after that, and I’m forever thankful I managed to say goodbye and tell her how much I loved her too.
I’ve held onto that moment for so long without really digesting it in anyway that writing this just tore my heart out. I miss them both so much but I know they’re finally together again somewhere.
barn owls ️ 1 year ago
there’s a thing that sometimes happens with dementia patients. before the end, they have a moment of clarity where they remember their life and family.
Solangelo4life!!! 1 year ago
That’s a bit supernatural and incredibly fascinating. And sad.
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A. Starhawk Hunt 1 year ago (edited)
My paternal grandmother descended into dementia not long after my Horrifically abusive grandfather died, and spent the next 16 years in a home. I barely remember him except him screaming at 6 years old me and my four year old brother. But, when I was 16, a death in the family led to my seeing her in the home. I’ll never forget he affectionate memories of my grandfather…..and going on and on about her wonderful son, Skippy. 40 year old Skippy was sitting right beside her.
#21
Not exactly on his deathbed.
My step father emailed me the night he passed away. In general, he was always in pain from chemo, cancer, meds and whatnot. He did not want to continue spending money as he wasted away.
He asked me to never tell the rest of the family: "but I'm taking all my sleeping pills tonight after your Mom goes to bed. With luck, she'll never know the truth. It would break her."
#22
My grandfather had pretty terrible dementia and he kept making deathbed confessions as he knew he didn’t have much time left. They were often about witnessing a murder and not telling anyone, but each time he confessed to us the details changed. It happened a couple of times a day over the course of his final week. We finally figured out that he would watch the local news and hear about these things happening then would think he had actually witnessed them.
Huddo's sister 1 year ago
My grandad was really into our family history and also wanted to write a personal history book (unfortunately never finished but we have a large part of it). When his dementia was really bad near the end he kept telling us a family history story, over and over again. Thing is, when he was lucid we heard the actual one, but this version was very exaggerated. He brought a criminal aspect of it, among other things that he just kept imagining in his head.
#23
My great uncle actually confessed to having two illegitimate sons right before he kicked the bucket in front of his own children and grandchildren.
The crazy thing was that none of his children knew this life of his. Not even my great aunt knew about it because she would have made a huge fuss if she was alive at that time and knew about it.
What was crazier was that these two sons already passed away five and seven years ahead of him respectively. He was 98 years old and his “invisible” sons were 65 and 69 years old.
The children found out thay one of his invisible sons actually was a teacher at a school that his grand daughters attended when they were in high school.
Nevertheless, his children decided to reach out to the children of his invisible sons. They got connected and learned more stuff about my grand uncle.
The craziest thing was that I actually dated one of the granddaughters of one of the invisible sons (the one passed away at the aged of 69 years old).
Talking about a few degrees of separation aye!
#24
Not really a confession but my cousin and I got into a car accident and he died. His friends got him to steal and vandalize so many things. They also put him in jail 4 different times. When we were in the hospital and he was about to die his last words were “Welp if I go to hell at least I’ll be with all my friends. I love you.”
#25
My dad has a special ability to gain people’s trust. (In a good way).
Twice now he’s had instances where dying people tell him things that they feel they can’t tell their family.
The one case was when my aunt’s mother-in-law was dying. She explained to my dad that her husband cannot live alone and that they both agree he must find a new partner after she passes...
He did. He remarried within a year of her passing. At the age of 81. The family was very upset about him moving on so fast. My dad had to stand up for him and reassure them that it is what his late wife wanted.
#26
Not quite a deathbed confession as my family didnt want me to see my grandma there as they were worried my memory of her being a happy and cheerful woman would be marred, and they were probably right. So I got to send her a letter which they read aloud to her. They told me that some of her last words were my name, and she passed just a few minutes after it was read to her. She managed to think of me in her last moments, despite being drugged heavily enough to knock out an elephant, and Ill always remember that about her.
and_a_touch_of_the_’tism 1 year ago
Aww that’s sweet, when my Nana was dying we all went to visit her… she had decided to stop the meds and just die because of all the suffering, so we all went in and said hi. She looked so delicate, and she was so thin, but she smiled at all of us and said it would be ok, and gave me back a little wooden bird I’d sent her for good luck. I miss her.
#27
My great uncle had pancreatic cancer and was very frail because of it. I helped him bathe, use the restroom, and change him each morning. Not his last words to me but something he said that has stuck with me since were "I hate feeling so useless, I can't do this anymore, I'm so sorry you have to do this." I told him I never minded doing this for him, I loved him so much, and I'd always be there for him. I had to move away a few weeks later because my mom wanted me back home as I was living with my grandparents and him at the time. He passed away shortly after, and his cat he had for almost 30 years a few days after him. He was a good man.
#28
My grandma confessed to murder on her deathbed. Usually you’d think it was the pain relief, but she was such an eccentric it was actually believable. We traced all her ex-husbands, partners and any other likely candidates and fortunately no one was missing or died an untimely death, but sometimes I wonder...
#29
I was a medic in the military and I worked in one hospital in Louisiana. I was assisting with a mature dependent wife at the end of a long battle with both dementia and cancer. Her last words were, "Damned, my pie must be burning!"
#30
My grandmother fell sick and it got worse in two weeks.
A few minutes before dying she said "shift me on the another bed and remove all these stuffs and open the doors, I'm leaving now."
#31
Not sure if this fits but here it is. I had a roommate, Ink, that was an ex con and he moved in with another friend of ours, Brad, that was a printer. Well they decided to counterfeit money and go on a road trip. When they got back Ink was contacted by the Secret Service, they "just wanted to talk to him".
They had met at Denny's, Ink wanted me to wait in a nearby parking lot and watch what went down, they led him out of the restaurant in handcuffs. He called me quite a few times from Federal prisons while he was being transported and kept telling me to tell Brad not to worry, he'd take the fall and do the time.
Nobody could find Brad, the police finally kicked his door in and found him dead. He had committed suicide and in his suicide note he took all of the blame and said Ink had nothing to do with it. The courts considered that a deathbed confession and Ink was let out of jail. Crazy stuff...
Charlie Taube 1 year ago
For those who wonder why the presidents body guard would be involved with counterfeiting arrests, the secret service is also in charge of stopping counterfeiting.
#32
My great aunt passed away a couple of years ago. She was suffering from viral encephalitis and fluctuated in and out of consciousness. It was truly painful to watch. Although a lot of family tended to be around her in those last days, I once happened to be alone with her when she made some fairly odd remarks (which I kept to myself since).
On the day in question I was playing games on my phone in her hospital room when she started to audibly mutter to herself. It became more urgent and intense - eventually she explicitly called me to her side. Her eyes looked huge and confused, I doubt she knew who I was. She spat out her words, most of which were barely comprehensible, putting particular emphasis on 'boy' and 'ingredient'.
I sat there for 15 minutes, listening to her erratic account of, as I finally gathered, how she sometimes used to cook eggs in the urine of a stable boy (instead of water). She insisted that he was handsomely compensated for his services, but now and then she started to cry and couldn’t stop.
I googled this weeks later, and there indeed exists a traditional 'dish' in China described in the West as *Virgin boy egg*. Apparently this concept had fascinated her and she frequently recreated this herself and served it to her family (which sometimes included my younger self) without explaining what it was. I am not sure if she felt shame or enthusiasm about this (she often stammered something about 'the secret ingredient'), but it quite obviously haunted her towards the very end of her life.
HelluvaHedgehogAlien 1 year ago
As a Chinese person, I’m learning new stuff about ancient China stuff every day 😮
#33
I didn't witness this personally as it was between my grandfather and his father. My great grandfather was not a nice man. He beat his children (one time he beat his daughter with a table leg) and I am assuming did the same to his wife.
Anyway, she left him and the kids behind (this was the 30s and I am assuming that he didn't allow her to take the kids with her and its not like womens rights were great back then) my grandfather left home at 8 years old and fended for himself for his entire life.
On his death bed nasty grandpa told the boys that he had a bunch of money stashed on the old property and if they went to see him, he would tell them where it was.
No one went.
Edit for clarity: nasty grandpa was my great grandfather.
DiscoqueenJ 1 year ago
That says a lot that no one was willing to see him, even with a possible reward. I always wonder what happened to people like that to make them such an intolerable person.
#34
My grandfather who had not been a religious man throughout his life stated on the second to last day he was alive that in the prior few nights he was seeing beings in the bedroom with him. He could not discern what they were but one in particular made him very fearful.
#35
i was told about the layers of ego dissolving into oblivion, who you once thought you are is gone and now who you really are is exposed. told me death is an easy feat to conquer, laid back, looked me in the eyes and whispered “wow”...then died
What do you think ?
BatPhace 1 year ago
All of this is why assisted euthanasia should be legal everywhere. I'm sorry, but I'm not waiting for Alzheimer's or dementia to rob me of my self or my family. Let people die with dignity ffs
Victoria 1 year ago
With you on this. Dementia and related causes are my nightmare. Especially since I found out I have an increased risk for late onset Alzheimer's.
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Leo Domitrix 1 year ago
Medical personnel hear doozies. My great-grandma, however, went down with these immortal words to her nurse: "F*ck you!" And that explains that side of the family.
Wintermute 1 year ago
My uncle died of alzhiemers and spent the last month or so in a violent fugue that I often had to go protect my aunt from, which was weird cuz he was the most teddy bear kind of guy alive. He was a cop for 30 years and would frequently relive his most tragic encounters. The worst I heard was "how could you do those things to that kid" yelled into an empty room. He was known for always being the soft spoken cop that rarely drew his gun and always gave second chances, but I think after 30 years of seeing the worst of people, all that pent up anger was finally coming to the surface. He went to a home and died 2 weeks later.
Phobrek 1 year ago
Not a deathbed confession, but I'm reminded of the time my mom was in a long-term care facility. She was recovering (that time) but many patients were spending their last days in that place. I would visit every other day, at that point, and would spend a fair bit of time in a rec room that went largely unused. Several times, though, the staff would wheel this old guy into the room, for a change of scenery perhaps, or to give his roommate a break. He would call out randomly, loudly, often. Likely had dementia. Shared space with this guy several times. At first, his most common utterances were: "oh, Ed!" "Awww, Ed!" "Ohhh, Eddie! Oh no!" And that was about it. But on further days, more of the same, and "Aw, Eddie! We're f****d!" "Aw, Ed, what'd we do! Aw no!" "We're gonna go ta jail!" And finally, on another day, "awww Ed! We shouldna sold guns ta those guys! Oh god, Eddie, what did we do?!!" No way to know if this was anything from the man's life, or just imagined.
EmBree 1 year ago
Last words about chocolate: My MIL said, "I want chocolate". She was diabetic and died from cancer. My great-great-grandfather said, "But it was worth it!" He was hospitalized for diabetes complications and bribed one of the other patients to get him a big bag of chocolate. His children scolded him for it and he smiled and said his last words.
Carla Phillips 1 year ago
I wish I hadn't read these. I have a hard enough time not crying on the best of days
Flowers 1 year ago
It's OK to cry, tears are just a physical manifestation of your empathy. Go watch something funny, laugh and raise your vibrational level. ;)
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Illustrious G 1 year ago
My grandma, in one of her last days, told me, “You have a big nose!” Soon after, she told me, “You should go to bed with a lot of good-looking men!” This was my very reserved, kind grandma who NEVER spoke about that type of thing. I still laugh thinking back on it!
A B C the Third 1 year ago (edited)
Interesting. When I first clicked this post, the title teaser pic showed something about a grandfather who "accidentally [fúcked] (there, I changed it back, BP) with another man". Apparently that was too much for the BP censor's virgin mind. (/edit: they changed "[slept] with" to "had sex with", that's why I couldn't find it by searching for keywords)
BatPhace 1 year ago
All of this is why assisted euthanasia should be legal everywhere. I'm sorry, but I'm not waiting for Alzheimer's or dementia to rob me of my self or my family. Let people die with dignity ffs
Victoria 1 year ago
With you on this. Dementia and related causes are my nightmare. Especially since I found out I have an increased risk for late onset Alzheimer's.
Load More Replies... Leo Domitrix 1 year ago
Medical personnel hear doozies. My great-grandma, however, went down with these immortal words to her nurse: "F*ck you!" And that explains that side of the family.
Wintermute 1 year ago
My uncle died of alzhiemers and spent the last month or so in a violent fugue that I often had to go protect my aunt from, which was weird cuz he was the most teddy bear kind of guy alive. He was a cop for 30 years and would frequently relive his most tragic encounters. The worst I heard was "how could you do those things to that kid" yelled into an empty room. He was known for always being the soft spoken cop that rarely drew his gun and always gave second chances, but I think after 30 years of seeing the worst of people, all that pent up anger was finally coming to the surface. He went to a home and died 2 weeks later.
Phobrek 1 year ago
Not a deathbed confession, but I'm reminded of the time my mom was in a long-term care facility. She was recovering (that time) but many patients were spending their last days in that place. I would visit every other day, at that point, and would spend a fair bit of time in a rec room that went largely unused. Several times, though, the staff would wheel this old guy into the room, for a change of scenery perhaps, or to give his roommate a break. He would call out randomly, loudly, often. Likely had dementia. Shared space with this guy several times. At first, his most common utterances were: "oh, Ed!" "Awww, Ed!" "Ohhh, Eddie! Oh no!" And that was about it. But on further days, more of the same, and "Aw, Eddie! We're f****d!" "Aw, Ed, what'd we do! Aw no!" "We're gonna go ta jail!" And finally, on another day, "awww Ed! We shouldna sold guns ta those guys! Oh god, Eddie, what did we do?!!" No way to know if this was anything from the man's life, or just imagined.
EmBree 1 year ago
Last words about chocolate: My MIL said, "I want chocolate". She was diabetic and died from cancer. My great-great-grandfather said, "But it was worth it!" He was hospitalized for diabetes complications and bribed one of the other patients to get him a big bag of chocolate. His children scolded him for it and he smiled and said his last words.
Carla Phillips 1 year ago
I wish I hadn't read these. I have a hard enough time not crying on the best of days
Flowers 1 year ago
It's OK to cry, tears are just a physical manifestation of your empathy. Go watch something funny, laugh and raise your vibrational level. ;)
Load More Replies... Illustrious G 1 year ago
My grandma, in one of her last days, told me, “You have a big nose!” Soon after, she told me, “You should go to bed with a lot of good-looking men!” This was my very reserved, kind grandma who NEVER spoke about that type of thing. I still laugh thinking back on it!
A B C the Third 1 year ago (edited)
Interesting. When I first clicked this post, the title teaser pic showed something about a grandfather who "accidentally [fúcked] (there, I changed it back, BP) with another man". Apparently that was too much for the BP censor's virgin mind. (/edit: they changed "[slept] with" to "had sex with", that's why I couldn't find it by searching for keywords)
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