My most surreal experience??? Boy, there are a few. One that first comes to mind is having my first child. I was 19 and scared to death, but when they handed her to me, I proceeded to cry for the following four days, it was the first time I had ever felt “human love” in my life. Everything that surrounded that child for some time has been a gift, a wonderful beautiful gift, for which I still do not feel worthy of.
Another could be my grandmothers death, which was at home. Timed seemed to slow as we counted her last chest compressions, her final one almost stood still in time. The men all left the room, they couldn’t handle it. As tragic as death may seem, it was an honor to be there when she took her last breath, I felt like I was able to be there while her soul left her body.