Weekly musings on the arts and current events.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
A friend posted a story about a paranormal experience, and so I thought I'd tell one that I had last October. I had a dream that I was in a large, but crowded, elevator when I became aware of a stately woman standing to my left and slightly behind me. She had rather short but shining white hair, excellent bone structure, and erect posture. She was looking at me, and when I returned the glance, she asked, "Do you know who I am?" I struggled to place her, but before I could say anything, she said, "I'm Sally Isaacs." I was slightly miffed that she didn’t give me a moment longer to recognize her, a second cousin that I always liked. In the dream I reckoned that Sally must have gone gray, or platinum, since the last time I'd seen her, about twenty years ago. Two days later, word arrived from my brother in Chicago that Sally had died in a recent auto accident, perhaps the same day I had the dream. They think she blacked out at the wheel. I was touched that she'd thought to say farewell.
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