“What happened when you died?” Ellen asked. “After going through the tunnel I felt my mother and her sisters hovering all around my bed talking to each other as their long dresses swished on the hardwood floor.  I remember feeling their love toward me but not the details of there facial expressions. My aunt put a glass jar with paper burning in it on my chest to draw out the illness. I was little, about seven or eight years old. I could not understand what they were saying to each other about me because I did not speak Yiddish. What I can tell you is that I was in my bed, sick with a terrible fever. Outside my window on the street, I heard a man faintly calling out ‘ice for sale’ and the clip clop of the horse’s hooves pulling the cart. My sisters quietly played patty cakes outside my room. As I lay in my bed my mother held my hand. I felt myself peacefully fading away” Jane said with an uncharacteristic crack in her voice. “When did this take place?” Ellen inquired. “I have no idea” Jane replied. “Did you ask your sisters or aunts about this?” Ellen asked. “I don’t have any sisters, I am an only child! My mother is an only child too!” Jane exclaimed, revealing that she saw herself die in a past life!