I’ve had dead people talk to me all my life.  There really is no way to soften up the directness of that statement for print.  Sure, I could have chosen more flowery ways to express it, i.e., visits from people who have passed over to the other side; someone who has left this Earth plane; who have crossed over;  or are in a better place.  Today I am choosing directness.

Monday morning I had a lucid dream where someone I worked with twenty odd years ago appeared at my home.  The dream was brilliant with detail.  It was summer time.  The Sun was shining brightly through the window.  I saw my former co-worker, Linda F., standing at my back door.  I was extremely happy to see her as I turned the doorknob and welcomed her into my home.  We hugged.  I felt it.  She looked fantastic, in her early thirties, healthy and tanned.

Now I should tell you at this point that while she was living she died a premature death.  Linda developed a devastating brain cancer.  I should also tell you that we did not end our relationship on a good note.  We were at odds during the last couple of years we worked together.  She started out as my boss, and we discovered that we were born and raised in the same town.  Her Aunt Thelma, was my mother’s best friend when I was a little kid.  Linda and I really bonded at work.  We partied together, shared confidences, and basically broke all the rules of the boss/employee protocol from the invisibly written upper management handbooks.   After a few years with the company I surpassed her position, and our friendship did not end on an up note.  We went our separate ways.

Years later I learned that Linda was dying.  I tried to contact her.  I wrote her a letter.  Then I called her home and spoke with her husband.  She was much too ill to talk on the phone or to see people.  I sent prayers for a quick and painless passing.  I kept praying that my Angels were talking to her Angels and would, on some level, give her the message of the thoughts in my heart.

So here she was the other day, sitting on my couch.  We were laughing, hugging, talking.  At this point in my dream I realize that she is dead and say so.  Her eyes look directly into mine.  She just wanted to see if I would still talk to her, and confirm that we are “ok” with each other after all this time.

This visitation stayed with me all during Monday and into Tuesday.  I talked about it with my daughter, because she also knew and worked with Linda.  It’s been nearly a decade since Linda’s passing, yet she chose now to come and check in with me.  I told her how I never thought I would end up unemployed after all these decades and how it knocked me for a loop when it first happened.  Linda told me that everything I was worried about was going to be all right.  Then I woke up.

Tuesday night was family dinner night.  Eight of us get together once a week in a tradition of family style epicurean delights and bonding.  The chair where I was sitting started to move.  At first I thought it was one of the grandkids fooling around.  I looked behind me.  No kids.  Then it happened again.  My chair was being pulled out from under me.  I stood up.  I could see Linda, in my mind, smiling at me.

You never know when you are going to get the chair pulled out from under you, but I knew it would be all right.  My old friend is watching out for me.

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