usually meant, one of three things: a wrong number, a prank. But the tug became a tightness as she realized the hour. Though startled, she let go of the dream begrudgingly, preferring the death-cheating feel of her mother, who had passed away sixteen years prior, to the cumbersome dark of her bedroom, just a thought's breadth away.Īnd Karen sat up in darkness, aware of the dream taking a small, almost physical part of herself away with it-there was a palpable tug in her chest. the soothing balm of her mother's voice, the fresh-scrubbed scent of her skin, the safe, enfolding warmth of her hand around Karen's. When the telephone woke her, Karen was dreaming. Death comes inevitably to us all better it should come bearing gifts. Though the procedure itself can be disturbing, as a professional I have seen only good results from it. Its content in no way implies the author's feelings regarding organ donation.
Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is coincidental and unintended.
No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe. T.Īs one great furnace flam'd, yet from those flames For Charles and MaryAnn, perfect, patient friends and for W.
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