Bob

A few years ago my mothers friend died. He was not only her friend but her lawyer as well. His name was Bob. He died very young at the age of 43 from a heart attack.

It was about 3:00A.M. and the phone rang. My mother being a very light sleeper got up and answered it. It was her friend Patty calling with the bad news. Naturally she was upset and could not sleep so she stayed in the kitchen and washed dishes. Our garage door is connected to our kitchen and while she was washing the dishes this door suddenly flew open which was strange because there were no other door anywhere in the house that was open. Our cat who usually pushes the door open was down in the basement. When my mom walked over to close the door she said a very warm and safe feeling came over her. This day I still don't know what it was. I believe it was Bob coming to see my mother one last time.

Submitted by Heather, GA, USA