Death- A Transition into Something More Spiritual

Death- A Transition into Something More Spiritual

By Laurie Veillette

Our neighbors had 2 beautiful girls who were a little older than our kids and often babysat our kids. At this time, I was around 45 and had gone back to school to get my BA Degree now that my kids were getting a little older. One spring morning, I woke up in the most unusual way, like I never had before in my entire life. I awoke sitting straight up in my bed as if I was startled awake. It was strange and quite early for me to be up on a weekend, but I decided that since the sun was shining, I would head onto my front porch and start working on one of my papers for a class.

Within a few minutes of waking up feeling fine, I suddenly became violently ill and got really sick. All of a sudden, my plan changed and I needed to go back to bed because I felt so sick. I woke up a couple of hours later and felt better so proceeded with my earlier plan to work on my paper. I went on my front porch and noticed 2 cop cars at my neighbors' home. I decided to mind my own business and came back inside to make another cup of coffee, waiting for them to leave. I went back out about 10 minutes later and they were still there, so I decided that I would just proceed with my work and mind my own business. Suddenly, my neighbor let out a blood curdling scream and I jumped off my porch to see if I could help. The cops waved me over and I quickly realized that they had just been told that their youngest daughter was killed on the back of a motorcycle and was found at 6:00 am...the same time that I woke up earlier!

I believe waking up early that morning was her reaching out to me. I sat straight up in bed and, within moments, became violently ill — even though just two minutes earlier I had felt perfectly fine. Later, I learned that this happened at the exact time they found the accident victims. I truly feel she knew I would be the first person there for her family when they received the devastating news. It felt as if she wanted to be present for them, and somehow, she reached through me to do it. I believe the sudden illness was my body’s way of rejecting something foreign — her spirit trying to enter, wanting to stay close when her parents were told of her passing. It remains a terrible, haunting memory, but also a powerful reminder to me that life truly continues after death.

It was such a strange and unforgettable morning. When I was younger, I was deeply afraid of death and the idea of losing someone. But over time, I’ve come to believe that there’s more to it—that death is not an end, but a transition into something more spiritual. Now, I feel like I’ve been shown that the experience of life after death is much more peaceful and serene than what we go through in this existence.

I'm grateful I was there to support them!