My Mom, who *died three years ago, called me on the phone last night ~ in dreamland.
I picked up the phone, in my dream, “Hello?”
“He’s gone,” I heard my mother say.
“Who is gone, Mom? Daddy?”
It was as if she didn’t even hear my question. “I saw him go,” she said. “It was beautiful! He saw the face of Jesus!”
The thing is, while Mom has been gone for three years, Daddy *died three years…