I was awakened at five-something this morning by a voice calling my name, just once. “Ronnie,” said the voice that could have been any of my younger sisters’ at a certain very young age. Clear, calm, declarative. Woke me right up out of a sound sleep and I wasn’t in the middle of a dream, or at least didn’t remember one. I lay awake staring into the dark for a few minutes, unalarmed, and then fell asleep again; we didn’t get up for real till sometime well after eight.
I was talking to my sister Julie this PM, and she asked what the date was when I’d gone to Florida two years ago, the first week of our sister Jeanne’s long and lost fight against dying. I looked at the February 2007 archives; I’d left for there at some ungodly hour on the morning of February 10.
Posted by: Ron Sullivan
1 | By: Narya on February 12, 2010 at 05:06 AM
oh, sweetie . . . was it a good visitation?