I find the notion of looking down on you creepy, too.

I wish she'd focused on you and not who's dead. Why couldn't she have explored with you what you would want to do with those 30 minutes? Why did she have to make it literal? I would have been very frustrated by that too. It totally changed what could have been a very valuable exercise into a stalemate. Even more, exploring that 30 minutes could have led you to a way to really feel that connection in a way that could be healing. Maybe you could explore that on your own--write about it?

To clarify: my T isn't dying, at least not that either of us knows. He is aging, however, and entering his final years. Of course, I hope he lives to be 100+, but I have to accept that's not likely. But I have witnessed how he lives with his son's death, and his process of looking at his own life at this stage.