I mentioned, back in April, that my mom passed last September. Before that happened, there was a spooky little occurrence that I’d like to tell you about. (I’ll come back to current events and the latest political atrocities next week.)
In the weeks before passing, she’d been bedridden, either
asleep or highly medicated. When awake, she didn’t always make a lot of sense,
but would have occasional bouts of lucidity, holding conversation as if it were
just another Wednesday in the parlor.
About three days before she passed, my brother was
sitting beside her bed as she slept. On his cell phone, he received a text
from his son, Sam, then a sophomore at Penn State, saying that he had been turned
down for the fraternity he’d been trying to join. My brother never said a word,
nor was his phone within Mom’s view.
Then suddenly, and quite clearly, Mom said, “I wonder how he’s going to handle the
rejection,” before resuming her sleep.
My brother said he got chills up and down his body. He
was astounded, as was I, when he told me about it. But that was completely in
character for Mom. She always was a little “mystical.” She loved her crystals,
horoscopes, lunar calendars, and such. So this didn’t exactly come out of left
field.
I guess moms really do know everything their kids are up to. That “third eye” is real! Perhaps the door to the otherworld really does open a bit when one is at the end.
Mom at her 75th birthday party, making good use of her magic wand.
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