There has never been any doubt for me.

When I was 12 I had a dream about my mother in a dark colored car. She had recently had a really bad car accident so when I told her about my dream she wrote it off as just fear and bad dreams from it. What was strange though; the dream never changed. It was always the same dream the same place the same car but it was sort of like looking through lightly frosted glass. I couldn't tell what kind of car or where it was. After several months the dreams went away but they had left an impression on me.

On August 8 1984 at 4:30 pm my mother was in a car accident in a dark green VW beetle. She never came home.

Of course I was not allowed the ugly details of the accident. My father tried his best to protect me from things that would make it hard for me to move on with my life. I did however see the car and the truck that hit her, but there were no details that could have come from that. About two months or so after she died, the dreams started again. I would wake up crying not being able to go back to sleep, I would look out my BR window up at the stars and talk to my mother. After a couple of weeks, and lot of sleepless nights of talking, begging for the truth of why, how, why I slept through the dream. I saw it all like I was in a helicopter above it all. I saw her pull up to the intersection, I saw the truck coming, I saw it hit her and how the car spun around. When I woke up this time, I understood. I knew she never felt him hit her. She saw him, she knew what was going to happen and she closed her eyes.

I got out of bed and went to the living room. My dad hadn't slept in their bed since the day she died. He always slept in his recliner. I woke him up to tell him about my dream. I told him that I had to know the truth and this is what I saw. He sat there in his chair speechless while I explained what I has seen. When I finished he told me there was nothing more he could tell me that I didn't already know. My account had been very nearly identical to the account given by the one witness to the accident. I didn't know there had even been a witness.

On July 1 2000 my father passed away. It was very early in the morning/late at night when my nephew came to wake me. After we all left the hospital, I drove to my dads house to clean up where he had been sick so my step mother woudln't have to deal with it when she came home. It was really the first time I had been alone where I could let my emotions go. I sat in his chair and just cried. When I ask why, why daddy did you leave me. I heard in a voice as clear as if he were standing right next to me " Gal I haven't left you. Now you straighten up and take care of business. You have things to do". My eyes snapped open and I looked and called his name but he was of course not there, but I felt this strength come over me. My sisters both fell apart, this time I was the strong one. I had to be because Daddy said so, he told me I had to take care of everyone.

Life is not about how hard you hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.image

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