She heard a room of commotion, people shouting. The only sentence that stuck out was "Don't go back into the light!"
With a jolt, she woke up. Everything was so familiar, but also foreign. Why did she have no memory?
"Olivia Henderson, welcome to life." said a priest.
"You may not remember anything, but you do know a lot." said an endwife. This felt very rehearsed, as if they just resurrect people every day.
"When you fully escape death, let us know. Your family is waiting in the other room."
She looked over to the window, and saw a face that she knew was her son's. The fact that she recognized this man as her own flesh and blood kept on bothering her.
The next few days were comforting. In between frequent checkups by nurses, often involving new drug cocktails, she was visited by all parts of her family. Even if she wasn't able to communicate yet, they made sure she felt included.
According to her family, her husband will have died in a few decades. She has 2 sons, one 63 and another 52, and a 56 year old daughter. She had 7 grandchildren - not including the one that was already born.
In the local newspaper's Obituaries section, this appeared:
"On December 17, 1945, Olivia Henderson died. She is 73 years old, and will be born in 2018. Henderson survives her husband, and has three children and seven grandchildren."