Have you ever seen strange people, they would appear all of a sudden and out of nowhere, pass you by but when you looked back and there was no one there. Sometimes you had to do a double take because they might be staring right at you, but at the blink of an eye there were no one there. Then you start to question yourself if you were seeing things.This happened to my second sister, it was less than 2 weeks prior to my mom passing, until this day we still couldn’t figure out what had happened or who that person was.
It was early in the morning of December 2006, 2 days after Christmas so most of my mom’s visitors that came from out of state had gone home, and my oldest sister took the last guest to the airport.My second and youngest sisters were home with my mom, and my nephew was taking a nap in the den.My second sister was the closest to my mom because she lives with my parents and helped taking care of my mom until the end. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if my mom was (is) worried about her.I took my dad to the doctor that morning, so we both weren’t there and missed everything.
My mom was at her last stage of liver cancer, so there’s little that she could do for herself, even with little physical activity such as eating or sitting up seemed to drain all her energy.At this point, my mom couldn’t walk, and toward the end she spent more and more hours sleeping, which Kathy (her hospice nurse) told us that it was normal for her illness.
This happened several days before my mom passed away, she died of liver cancer in Jan. 2007. My second sister helped my mom with her breakfast and gave her medication as usual. After her meal my mom decided to take a nap, so my second sister decided to clean around the house, and the bathroom, which was one door down from my mom’s bedroom. As she was wiping the mirror, she heard the front door opened then closed. In the back of her mind she thought it was my dad and I came back from the doctor’s visit. She called out to my youngest sister who came to visit from NYC, she was sitting in the living room (right across from the front door) to see if it were us that came home. My youngest sister was nursing her baby at the time and couldn’t get up, but also heard someone coming through the front door and just assumed that it was my dad. Shortly after that my second sister saw a reflection in the mirror of someone walking passed her, and went into my mom’s bedroom. That person had a blanket over his/her head and draped down both sides covering the shoulders. The blanket was somewhat brownish in color, very similar to my mom’s blanket. It happened so fast that my second sister immediately followed that person into the room, my mom was still awake and my sister asked if she was okay, which she nodded her head then slowly closed her eyes. My second sister searched the entire room, even looked in the closets, and under the bed but couldn’t find that person. She came out to get my nephew and youngest sister and told them that someone was in the house. The three once again searched my mom’s bedroom, then the entire house but there was no trace of that person. All were baffled because both of my sisters heard someone opening the front door and my second sister saw that person walk pass by.
Shortly after that my youngest sister went to dry some clothes and the dryer was located in the hallway next to the bathroom. She had her baby in a carrier backpack, and as she was putting wet cloths into the dryer, her baby started to giggling as if someone were playing with her. I find this hard to believe because she was not a very friendly baby and I can’t even look at her without her crying, and for her to giggling is like a miracle. My youngest sister said that she could feel someone’s presence. Who ever it was is not a bad person because s/he was not scaring the baby, but not being able to see gave her goosebumps, so she rushed with what she was doing and went back to the living room.
My second sister was still puzzled, and kept thinking of what just happened. She went back to the bathroom and started to wipe the mirror again. She could see the hallway and her bedroom door from the reflection of the mirror. As she was wiping, she saw that person again but this time in front of her bedroom door, and was waking toward the front door. My sister took off running after that person, but there was no one there. She couldn’t figure out which direction that person went because my youngest sister was sitting in the living room and didn’t see anyone. They checked the front door and it was locked.
My dad and I came home approximately 2 hours later. I went straight into my mom’s bedroom and thought she looked different, somewhat grayish in color. I noticed that both my sisters gave me this eerie look, as if they wanted to tell me something. They later told me about the morning incident. My second sister told me that several days back, she saw a huge black night owl sitting on top of the roof rack of my Rav4 but didn’t dare tell me about it because she was afraid that it would freak me out. It made me feel uneasy at the time because I knew that Laotian believe that a black nigh owl, Nok Khao comes with Pee Pie (ghost) and it was a sign of omen. In most cases someone will die, and that someone we all knew that it was my mom, but we didn’t have the time frame as to when and in most cases only 3 days. My mom passed away 11 days later.
Until this day we still don’t know who that person was, I often wonder if it was my mom’s spirit, which Lao/Thai people called it ‘Kwon Dip’ and one of the monks in Charlotte Temple seems to agree with us. I think we were happy with this conclusion, but then another monk with a higher ranking told us that it could be many things. It could be a sign that it’s almost her time, it could be a messenger that was delivering a message to us, or a person that came to pick her up. Who ever that person was, we’ve not seen him/her again after my mom passed away. Shortly after my mom died, my second sister often felt like someone was watching her. She would see but when she looked up there was no one there. Her and my dad live at the house that my mom passed away.