reading the stories on your site, I now realize what I went
through one sad evening.
to Minneapolis, MN in 1979. There I met a person who became
my best friend. His name was Doug. We were inseparable. In
1987, I moved to Miami, FL and lost contact with Doug, which
caused him a lot of pain.
1990 I moved back to Minneapolis. I had only been back for
one day when I tried calling Doug. But he had moved and I
had no idea where. The next day, while sitting in a friend's
living room, I heard Doug's voice calling my name. I went
to a phone book and looked up his parents' last name. There
where hundreds of listings with the same name. Without knowing
their address, I choose a number and dialed. When a woman
answered, I said, "Hello, is Doug there?"
became very upset and at once a man's voice came on the line
asking me who I was and why I was calling. After I confirmed
who I was, his father told me that Doug had died less than
fifteen minutes before, and had mentioned my name to them.
was overwhelming. It felt as if my heart was being ripped
out of my chest. I dropped the phone in anguish. At that moment,
his voice came to me clearly -- he was OK, and I was not to
worry, because he was here with me. I thought I was losing
my mind. I felt his presence just for a moment and then it
kept this experience in for many years. I wasn't sure anyone
would believe me, but I know now that he was calling me to
say goodbye. I had no knowledge of his illness, and he did
not know I had returned the day before from Miami.
July 6, 2005