Sorry honey... mom during her sruggle with end stages of advanced COP and lung disease, due to the HIGH doses of meds would lose touch with reality.
I can't say there is life after death. I don't know. In essence, nobody does. What I can tell u is what matters to you and what you feel. Mom was always in the hospital, and the last time the doctor said she would recover. I told all my friends she would die there. I almost wanted her to. For years she could barely walk without almost dropping dead from lack of oxygen... 9 years of walking around with an oxygen tank... My friends, they said how sick and morbid... at the time I was heavy into tarot... not sure if it was my own sanity on the line, but I went though some far out stuff. Could have been something more, could have been my poor mental state. Who knows. I won't bore you with all the wierd things... But, I will share this with you.
I wasn't with mom when she died. I was at work. Suddenly I started crying about mom and 30 minutes later dad called. She passed away about the time I broke down in tears. I went to the hospital. The nurse said cause of my tats she didn't think I was a JW, so she told me mom's last words. She said she talked to God. She told him she was ready. She told God she was afraid of leaving Dad and Me behind. Thes she smiled, they gave her a dose of morphine and Dad held her hand while she died.
Dad said that night that when mom woke up to the paradise earth, mom promised to meet him in a field of wild flowers and they would hold hands and run barefoot like the days of thier youth.
Later on while under stress (maybe a few days later,) I decided to clean (I do that when I have to distract myself.) Something went flying out of a stack of paperwork and magazines. It was a piece of JW literature... and there it was. A picture of a little boy and a little girl... running through a field of wild flowers.
Was it the stress I was under? Was I looking for something to relate to? Likely. Does that matter? No. What matters is what is important to ME. What matters is what I beleive. Not the guy down the street or the people on this forum. If belief in life after death makes you feel comfort, then so be it. The heart knows what is best.