Transcript of Alfred Higgins Describing Seeing His Wife
He says, “Life” he says “beyond what you call death is a state of mind. He says, “Your condition at the moment is perhaps a little bewildered. But you’re not unhappy and certainly you seem, as far as I can tell,” he says to me, “quite at ease. You seem quite calm and placid. You’re not over anxious about anything in particular are you?”
I says, “No, but now I’m beginning to realize what you say is so, I must admit I’m a bit concerned about my people. It must be a terrible shock for them, you know. I have no recollection of dying. I don’t remember anything about falling. At least I had a feeling I was falling and then I don’t remember no more.”
And he says to me, he says, “Well, of course, you died in hospital you know.” So I says, ”Oh, did I?”
So he says, “Would you like to go back for just a little while to see your people? Do you think that would help you?”
So I says, “Well, it would be interesting, wouldn’t it? I would like to see them.”
But he says, “They won’t take any notice of you, you know.”
So I says, “Well, why not?”
He says, “Well, they won’t realize that you’re there because they can’t see you and they won’t hear you if you speak to them.”
So I says, “Well, not much point in going then, is there?” And he says, ”Well, it’s up to you,” sort of thing, you know.
And I says, “Oh well, I’ll go. It’s possible that Ada – that was my wife – she might – I’d like to see how she’s getting on, anyway.”
So he says, “Alright. Let’s go.”
So I says, ”Well how do we get there then?”
So he says, “You just come with me. We’ll just walk up this road.” And I climbed up the hillside and onto the road. We walked along and he says, “Just take my hand.”
I felt a bit peculiar, you know. I thought it sounds a bit silly me holding someone’s hand like this. But still he said hold his hand so I held it. So I just held his hand and… I don’t know, it seems so strange, but as soon as I touched his hand it’s just as if everything went sort of peculiar. It was as if everything gradually seemed to disappear. It was as if I was sort of – I don’t know – going to sleep I suppose in a kind of way and yet it wasn’t like sleep. It was just a sort of lacking of understanding and realization of things around and about me. I became sort of unconscious, I suppose.
The next thing I knew I was standing in our kitchen and I was watching my wife.