One morning in 1955, over breakfast, Mom told Dad and me that the strangest thing had happened during the night. She had woken up to see her Aunt Jessie standing by the side of her bed. Aunt Jessie said, "It's all right, Dorothy, I'm all right now." Mom had glanced at the clock, to see it was 2:00 AM, straight up. Mom said that it didn't seem like a dream, and she felt as if she could have reached out and touched her aunt.
While she was telling us this, the doorbell rang. It was a telegram, saying that Aunt Jessie had died at 2:00 AM.
::cold chills::
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