Community Chat

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I was in a small room with a simple wooden table and two chairs. It seemed barren otherwise. I had two small children with me, I would assume they were two of my grandchildren, but they were younger than any of my grandchildren are now, and I didn’t recognize their faces. As I was speaking to them, I heard what seemed like an echo of my last word at the end of each sentence. I began to realize it was my sister’s voice. It happened several times. I called out, “Pat?” “Pat?” She responded, “I’m here, I am coming.” I looked up at the ceiling near the heat duct. The voice seemed to be coming from there.

Suddenly several people appeared at the door, which was a screen door because I could see through it at their faces. They appeared to be townfolk, I did not know them. They wanted to come in. I went to the door and said “No, she is coming.” They seemed angry.

Suddenly I turned and she was there, suspended about two inches above the table. She was fully dressed in what looked like jeans and a shirt. She was ethereal, but not ghost-like, I could see her clearly. She looked like herself at around 35 years old, there were no signs of the agony and pain she had suffered for so many years. I got on top of the table and said, “Oh, my darling,” the tears burning my face. She grasped my two hands in hers and said, “Don’t be sad, it’s not that bad. They build things for you.” She began to describe what it was like. I felt a peace I have not known for a very long time. It lasted a few more seconds.

Then the townspeople burst in and she was gone from me. I looked at them and said “she was here, she really was.” They had looks of disbelief on their faces. I turned to the children and said “you saw her, didn’t you? She was really here.” They wouldn’t look at me. I said again, “you must have seen her, she was right here!” The youngest, still not looking at me put his head down very sadly and slowly shook it back and forth . . . no.

I awoke, it was about 5 AM. My face was wet. She had visited me for the first time since she left, three months and ten days ago. I realized it was a dream, but it was very real, very vivid. And it is staying with me still, five hours later.