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- 30 -So, this was what it felt like to die. Weird smells, strange noises, and an ethereal sense of physical and spiritual disconnect. I wondered if I’d meet Mother’s late husbands, one being my father.
First I heard her, then I saw her. Mother.
“Janese, darling, can you hear me?”
“Hey Trout.”
George?
Someone said: “She’s coming around.”
And I did. No heavenly angels singing, no fluffy clouds, no face of God. On the contrary, my coming around revealed beeping noises, tubes, a wicked hospital bed, and the face of Mother—the person I had promised God that I’d be nice to if He got me out of the mess.
And the spectacular Dr. Bloom was also among those clustered around my hospital bed.
I tried to speak, but my mouth felt like a pair of woolen hunting socks. I never thought of sp
