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by Phyllis Heitkamp

January of 2007, I got a call from my husband.  He told me that he had just been in a car accident but that he was all right.  His car wasn't, could I come and get him.

 

Jumping into my shoes, I grabbed my keys and took off.  When I got there, the police were there as was an ambulance.  The car that hit my husband's was very mangled up.  My husband's car had the whole front end bashed in.  He talked to the police a while and then got into my car.  I had turned up the heat because he told me that he was cold, very cold.   (I knew that some of that was shock.)  All the way home I allowed him to replay the accident.  When we got home I put some hot soup and coffee in front of him and heated the hot water bottle.

 

A couple of hours after I picked him up, he told me that he was finally warm.  I asked if his legs felt sore?  He told me that they didn't.  A while later I asked him if his back hurt?  He said that he was fine.  So I explained how sometimes when we have an accident, we stiffen up on impact and I was just checking to see if he hurt anywhere.  He told me that all the air bags deployed and that he was fine.

 

He went to bed at his usual time but an hour later he was up making a list of everything he had to do the next day.  Another hour passed and he was up again, this time to collect empty boxes from the basement to use cleaning out his car.  He mentioned that he would need my car.  That was no problem; a good day for me is when I don't have to take the car out of the garage.

 

He didn't sleep a lot that night so he was running late the next day.  In the morning I asked him again if he felt sore anywhere and he told me that he didn't.   Then he took off to clean out his car, get the accident report and take it to his insurance company.

 

An hour or two after he left, I got a call from a Lady that I had met 15 years ago.  I hadn't seen her for about 12 years.  She told me that she had a message for me.  Then she said, "Your sister, Donna wants you to…"  I stopped her mid-sentence and asked her if she meant my sister Betty.  She told me that she would check on this, as this person was right there.  When she came back on the phone she said, "No, she tells me that her name is Donna and she wants you to know that she was with Vern yesterday so that he wouldn't get hurt.  She knows that you are a strong lady but couldn't handle anything happening to Vern right now."  Whoa!  Donna died in August of 2005.

 

With my best poker voice, I continued to talk to her and we ended saying that we needed to get together sometime again.

 

I called Vern's cell phone and told him what had just happened.  He wanted to know how she knew about the accident.  I told him that she never mentioned an accident.  He told me that he was at the police department right at that moment and the accident report wasn't ready.

 

All of this happened a year and a half after Donna died.  Before Donna died the three sisters did a candle ceremony in which we talked about how we had always stayed close as sisters.  We talked about what each of us could do in the future to keep that closeness.  Knowing that she was dying, when it was Donna's turn to talk at the ceremony, she said that she didn't know what she would be able to do but she would do what she could.   I guess when she said that, she really meant it.  Do we really know anything about "The Next Place?"

Phyllis Heitkamp
Writer & Herbalist
Thiensville, WI
oakwelherb@aol.com