I awaken to a phone call at 7am. Picking up my phone I hear the fabulous "Everyday I'm Shuffling" ring tone and smile for a second. I answer "Hello?" I sound just barely alive. A raspy woman's voice replies "Yeah, I had a missed call from this phone number." I stop and collect my thoughts for a few seconds before replying. I would know that voice anywhere. Firm and demanding, with just a hint of a grin thrown in. Raspy as hell from years of smoking and chasing and yelling at shoplifters. "No you didn't, because I never get up this damn early. Phyllis is that you?" I replied. "Oh, yeah.... sorry. Hey James how are you and that little clan doing?" "We are awesome! How are you and yours? Still raising that grand baby for your daughter?" I asked.
Then I sat straight up in the bed, stiff as a board. I felt a chill like I have never before. Stricken with fear I looked over on the night stand for my phone. It was not there. There it sat on my pillow, right next to where my head was. It was 7:04 am. You see, my friend died over a month ago. I have had this dream at least 5 times that I can remember. I wonder if I am eating myself alive with guilt for not visiting, or if she is trying to tell me something from beyond the grave. I see good spirits... and I see bad spirits...... So many times, I have talked to dead people. I wonder if they are trying to talk to me, too.
I´m so sorry for your loss my friend. Unexplained things happen all the time, there is another world surrounding us that most people can´t see...hope you can get tuned to understand the message they are trying to give you.
ReplyDeleteTo live in hearts we leave behind
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~Thomas Campbell, "Hallowed Ground"
What an amazing story. Thank you for sharing. I have no answers to your questions..It may be that there are no answers... Just count yourself lucky to be able to hear from your dear friend in such a simple way. :)