I got the call from my friend,
Donna. We were practically like sisters, and were there for each other when our
both our husband's abused us and committed infidelity. We were really each
other's support. I looked up to her, much like an older sister and mentor.
After a few years, Donna had to go
for her cervical smear. This was back in the 80's. She got a call back
from the hospital saying that she needed to have it done again, as abnormalities
showed up. We were later to find out that she had cancer.
We stayed pretty close for a
number of years, and I had promised her that I would be there for her daughter
and son. I lost touch with her when we moved to the other side of the
city. My husband then told me that we were going to be moving to North Dakota,
where he got a transfer.
I continued to have problems in my
marriage, but I was focused on my daughter (my sister-in-law's baby-long story),
and when I looked at my daughter, I couldn't help remembering the promise that I
made to Donna.
This is where it gets a bit fuzzy
for me, but the call itself is clear in my head. The house on base where we
lived had a basement, ground level, and first floor. I seem to remember
that I was in the bedroom upstairs when the call came.
I answered the phone, and on the
other end was my friend, Donna. When I last saw her she was ill from the chemo,
but was still alive. She said,' Rachel, listen. Don't worry about Michael and
Kimberly. They will be fine. Take care of yourself and your daughter. You
will always be my little sis.' (She didn't have siblings and saw me like her
younger sister) I told her that I love her and that she was never too far from
my thoughts and she told me that she knew that.
It wasn't, until I put the phone
down that a few things dawned on me that I didn't think about, as I was thrilled
to be speaking with my dear friend.
(1) Her voice was distant on the
phone, but I could hear what she said, and here is where it gets really
strange, (2) I had not gave her my phone number, as I didn't have her address in
New Mexico where she went back to live, before I moved.
I pondered for weeks over that
call and wondered how she got the number and the address where I lived. There
wasn't any way for her to get that information, as I lived in military housing
and she was a civilian.
I know she was really ill the last
time that I saw her alive and weak. The chemo had taken it's toll on her. I,
often wonder if that was her that made that call, and now I believe she did ring
me from the other side.
Also, a medium approached me and
said that my friend, Donna was close, as was another friend, who died at an
early age. They were like sisters to me, and it seems that I am never far from
them, or rather they are never far from me.
I have been clinically dead,
myself and as a result learned that you can hear and feel the thoughts of your
loved ones on the other side.
I will never forget Donna and that
strange, but wonderful call that I received from her, which I feel was made from
the other side.