Deathbed Confessions

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[RacquelDaigle]

I always encourage dying patients to let go of whatever is holding them from resting in peace. I bet this is what he needed to rest.

[rhov-anion]

I thought my grandparents' confessions at the end of their lives were wild. They were not really "murdering a family member, " but my grandmother's first child caught dysentery (back when people died of this) and after a doctor repeatedly scolded her that the only "cure" was to completely stop feeding the child, and her husband enforcing the "diet, " she had to sit by and watch as the toddler slowly starved to death. You could see in her eyes that my grandmother never forgave herself.... which made her habit of immediately asking us grandkids if we were hungry as soon as we arrived at the farmhouse and her obsession with constantly cooking massive meals for us... suddenly rather dark. 😢

[rumi]

Deathbed confession are one of the craziest things to hear. It's like being honest last minute and "getting away with it"

[drowningincats]

My mother did in-home hospice care for a retired NYPD detective. The stories he would tell her about how police operated back in the day WAS PRICELESS. They would let the fathers or husbands of r-pe victims have 5mins alone with the suspect and a rubber hose. When he was still in blues he repeatedly went out to domestics for this one couple (in a day and age where that was rarely reported), and hubby was always tuning up the wife. He finally broke her jaw, and some ribs that punctured her lung. She lived but it was bad and she was too scared to pursue charges. So the cop goes to the guy and tells him he has a warrant for his arrest, cuffed him, put him in the squad car and “drove him out to a nice spot in Long Island and made sure he’d never find his way back home”. It’s crazy what ppl confess to when they’re very old or dying

[rosaleaschwenke]

My grandpa just a week before he died tried to tell my mom about a brother she didn't know that she had he said "i want to see my son" and when asked which one he said "the one i left behind." He was very urgent and insisted that he had a third son but as he was explaining a nurse came and wheeled him out because visiting time had ended. We beileve that the son he was asking to see may have been from his first marriage when he was stationed in Japan during the Korean War, when the war ended he was forced to leave behind his wife because the USA didn't recognize their marriage. My mom found a photo of his arms around a small boy but up until that last visit with grandpa he had always said that the photo was of one of his comrads sons. We will probably never find my Japanese uncle because we have no documentation of him or my grandpa's first wife's name.

[bennypit]

I worked in a nursing home/rehab faculty to pay for school when I was younger and heard something similar. An older man I would usually play cards with was terminally ill, one night he asked if he could confess something to me, I said yeah sure expecting something silly b/c he was a bit loopy. He got real serious and started talking about when he was around 12 years old him and his 8 year old sister were out playing in the woods behind his house. He had dared her to jump off a big rock and she wouldn't do it, so he climbed up and pushed her off. She fell and hit her head on a log and started bleeding and screaming, he got real scared he would get in trouble so he took his jacket off and covered her face to make her quiet but she was still screaming and crying so he picked up a stick and started hitting the jacket. He stopped, picked up his jacket and she was dead. Said he got really scared then and ran home. a little while later he went back with a garden tool and dug out around the bottom of the big rock(it was on some sort of an incline with a little crevice at the bottom or something like that that would get washed out when the creek near it would flood he said), he dug out some debris and rolled her back in it then covered it up with a bunch of leaves and sticks.
That evening when his parents got home they asked where his sister was and he told them she had gone to their cousins house to play. He said after he told them that he took his sisters bike and laid it beside the road half way between his and his aunts house so his dad would think someone in a car had kidnapped her. It started getting dark and his sister wasn't back so his mom went to walk to his aunts house to get her, found the bike and then found out she wasn't with her cousin and ran back home. His dad drove to the police station and everybody started searching for her, he said this went on for several days but never found her. That summer they got a bad storm and the creeks flooded and her body was found on a creek bank a mile from their house. He said everybody assumed a man had taken her and killed her but that it was actually him that had done it. He even said his parents thought it was his uncle, his moms sisters husband at the time b/c he had said his sister was going to his cousins house to play. Said his dad eventually drank himself to death and his mother never talked about his sister much after it happen.

I thought it was very weird but he did have some issues, some times he would forget how to play the card game we would always play. His daughter and her son would come on Saturdays to spend time with him some times, a couple weeks later I saw them so I made small talk and some how brought up something about his sister and his daughter said her dad didn't have any sisters just 2 brothers. I was so relieved.
Not long after he passed away, his brother and a couple other people came to collect his belongings and I asked if I could attend the funeral since we were good card buddies, his brother said of course I'm sure he would like that. He told me where the funeral home was and then where he was going to be and this part I'll never forget... he said I guess the family will be together again, he'll be with mom, dad and little Caroline again. That was what he said his sisters name was.
I said I didn't think he had any sisters, he said oh yeah, but she died a long time ago. I just got speechless and said ok, see you there.
I didn't go to the funeral but now wish I had or at least asked a few questions to his brother.

I really got to thinking about it, the way he talked about digging out under the rock to hid the body, lying to his parents about her going to his cousins and even taking the bike to make it look like someone in a car had taken her... it sounded like a lil serial killer in the making, for a couple months after I was obsessed with it, I knew he probably had other victims. I tried searching old archives, newspaper articles anything I could find about missing people or unsolved deaths. I never found anything I thought could be him but damn, I really wish I had said something about it to his brother tho.

[maddiekain]

This made me think of something strange that happened to my husband just a while back. He works for a package delivery service, and one of his regular stops is a nursing home. One day he walks in to make his deliveries, and this little old man walks up to him. The man was crying, with tears streaming down his face, and he looks at my husband and he says, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I am so so sorry." Just apologizing over and over and over again, crying the whole time. My husband didn't really know what to make of it, but he just smiled and told him, "it's ok, you don't need to be sorry, it's ok." Eventually, one of the nurses saw what was going on and retrieved the man and took him back to his room. My best guess is that my husband looks like somebody that the man used to know. And I can't help but wonder.. what did that man do? He was clearly nearing the end and was deeply haunted by something. Whatever it was, I'm glad it was my husband that he approached, as he's naturally a very upbeat and gentle person. I'm hoping that he (albeit unwittingly) brought that man a little bit of peace that day.

[lilykep]

One of my great aunts killed her abusive first husband. He was on a ladder working on their gutters, she pushed the ladder over, and he fell on their fence and died. This was back in the 30s when divorce wasn't really a thing, she had married him when she was 16 and he was 32 and he had the "accident" when she was 19. She later remarried, had several children, and lived quite happily with her second husband. She confessed to the whole family on her deathbed. Nobody was overly surprised cause she never was one to take someone's shit lying down.

[DoubleDogDare]

And older lady I knew many years ago had a longtime friend of hers do a deathbed confession that shocked her. She said the woman told her that she and her husband desperately wanted a child but the women never got pregnant. It was during the Depression and there was no money for doctors. Her husband took a job where he was going to be away from home for a few weeks and he asked a neighbor to stop by every day to check on his wife. The neighbor agreed to do so. When he did, the woman got to thinking, this man has seven children - what if it was her husband that had fertility problems? In desperation she deliberately seduced this neighbor when he came to "check on her" every day. Her husband returned from out of town and was none the wiser. Nine months later their daughter was born. The woman had never told anyone about this, never confessed it to a priest, but wanted to tell someone before she passed away. Well, my lady friend was shocked to the core, but it was a deathbed confession. She took it and left it at that.

[gaylabruce]

OH MY GAWD! My mother took her secrets with her. She didn't even tell anyone in the family her secret about my birth to ANYONE and now my family thinks I made up $#!+ years later. I finally found one tiny admission of her duplicity, like this one, it was in the Bible I had given her on her 50th birthday. Inside the Bible, stuffed in the pocket of the cloth cover was a photograph that was over 50 years old of a man. On the back of the photo was written, "your dad". By this time, she was two days away from dying of cancer Jan 2012, and my dad had died in 2006. He never got to know his only daughter because she was too selfish to tell me the truth. I do have a younger half brother that I hope to meet this year.

[kimyoung]

That’s wild!

Related: There’s a guy that started a service of *funeral* confessions. Terminally ill people hire him to read confession letters at their funerals.

[krisej]

A woman confessed to a co-worker of mine that she had run an illegal child sex trafficing ring for almost 30 years. She was never caught and the only reason she had stopped was because she got sick. The woman confessed because she thought her cancer (a particularly nasty one) was her punishment and that by confessing she would get into heaven since she was Christian. Which is sadly a wildly held belief. No matter what you do, you can just ask for forrgivess and it's magicly okay to torture hundreds of children.

[nnh]

My dad didn’t have any confessions to be made. He was half-awake, in pain and confused, but every time one of us said “I love you” (we said it to him practically at the end of every sentence for those last couple of days), he always said it back. At the end, all you have is your truth, and now I often think what a special person he was, that this was his truth. But it tracks. It’s how he lived every day of the 43 years I knew him.

[MissUnConcerned]

I had a great friend that delusionally lied on his death bed. All of our close friends were at his hospital bedside telling him our great and funny stories of our friendship. When we were finished bawling our eyes out, he spoke. He told us how grateful he was to have us. He then proceeded to tell us about being a secret intelligence agent. We all listened intently to all of his stories. All his stories mirrored the exact storylines of so many spy movies. I'm guessing his dying wish was for us to know him as a great hero. We're still wondering to this day what must have come over him because his stories were his last words. He passed overnight.

[cocochanel]

Last year right before christmas, I took care of an old man at the hospital where I had my nurse training. He told me with tears in his eyes that he hasnt seen his family for years due to corona and because his family lived on the other side of the country. 2 days later, on boxing day, his family came to visit him at the hospital and he passed away while his family was with him in his room. I felt so relieved that he could see his family one last time before he closed his eyes forever.. :(

[virginia]

My grandmother’s mom got smallpox and those days in their culture, if someone was near death, they carried them to the Forrest and left there to die alone without infecting others. She was left deep in the woods at the verge of death only to show up months later with no memory of where she’d been or how she had survived.

[toobeeornottoobee]

I remember when I watched a video once explaining about a woman, who was working as a hospice nurse, and her patient was an 80 something year old woman who was not entirely coherent. this old woman ended up complaining that she was seeing a young black boy in her room and kept asking the nurse to make him leave, eventually it was found out that this woman had accused this young black boy of rape when she was young, and he was beaten and lynched, and when she was on her deathbed, the memory of him was torturing her.

[mikaylawilliams]

I’m a caregiver and I’ve had pedos with Alzheimer’s confess what they did and talk about it none stop like it was their favorite memory and they were desperately clinging to it. Changed my brain chemistry

[cori]

I was a nurse for 10+ years. PCT, CNA, LPN, and a 3 year stint as a phlebotomist working in the ER helping the lab techs. An older fella, maybe late 80s, had a stroke and was in the ICU, neurologist said it was a miracle he could still form words and probably wasnt going to make it through the night. The Dr told his much younger wife that she needed to contact the man's family. She said that his family hadn't spoke them since their Mother passed away, 3 years prior and that she had an accident and fell down the back steps as the dog ran past her when she let him outside. Apparently old fella had killed his wife, received a hefty life insurance check, married the gold digger only 6 months after burying his wife of 30 years. She was also a "trophy wife" but only 65 years old, not the same age as old fella. Apparently a few years prior to marrying 2nd wife his 1st wife (mother of his children) died of mysterious circumstance as well 😱 I was a nosy bitch back then and I called the oldest son, gave him the rundown over the phone, he called his siblings and they all flew in as soon as they could. Old fella lasted around a week, and I had the pleasure of watching and hearing as everything unfolded every single time one of the children made it there 😳 that was a crazy "deathbed confession"

[Essouza]

I had a patient once tell me her daughter wasn't her biological daughter. Turned out to be true but no one knew until then! The daughter had some tests done and found out her biological mom was actually her moma sister. She had her at a young age during a traumatic period in her life and didn't want the baby so she gave it to her sister. She tried taking that to her grave.