A Visit From Tricia

Thurs, June 11th, 2009

Happy King Kamehameha Day everyone (it is also National Hug Holiday),
I wanted to share something interesting that happened to me in clinic yesterday
morning.

The tech who has tried to insert my IV had flubbed up and made my arm hurt like
heck (with a double "l"), and then when he tried to re-insert it, he missed the
vein altogether and the IV began to drip right into my muscle tissue. So I was
in quite a bit of pain and called for the nurse. She came in and gave me some
"happy drug" to help with the pain and told me she would be back in about 10
minutes.

The IV tech left the room all upset with ME because he couldn't properly stab me
with a darned needle (go figgur).

Anyway, while I was lying there in the bed, I felt a slight chill and looked
over at the chair in the corner...

Here is where I need to digress to give you some background info...
When I was about 12 y.o., I was dating this girl who lived with her mom and
stepfather on a large farm not far from my home in rural Southern New Jersey.
Because I often had problems at home, Kathy's mom and stepfather sort of
"adopted" me and frequently let me stay in one of their spare bedrooms
overnight when I needed an escape from my own home environment.

Kathy (my age, 12) had one older sister, Betty (about 18) who had just married a
guy from North Carolina, and three younger siblings. Her sister Peggy (11)
lived with Kathy's dad and stepmom over in Delaware, and her sister Tricia (10)
and twin-brother Charles (10) lived on the farm with Kathy, her mom and
step-dad.

On one of the nights that I was staying at the farm, Tricia woke up in the
middle of the night screaming. Regina and Dave (Kathy's mom and step-dad) went
running into Tricia's room and found her burning up with fever. They tried to
get her cooled down but nothing seemed to work. She was also coughing very
badly and so Regina and Dave decided to take her to the ER. Tricia never made
it. She died in the car on the way to the hospital.

The doctors called it Reye's Syndrome. Tricia's death was a great blow to both
families. About 2 years after that I ran away from home and had since lost
touch with Kathy's families. I do know that subsequently, Regina and Dave got
divorced and Regina re-married a doctor somewhere in Southern NJ and Dave stayed
on the farm, mostly alone - visited occasionally by his 3 daughters from his
first marriage.

I had just found out from one of my great-aunts in Southern NJ that Dave had
passed away just this year. I regretted not having stayed in touch with him
over the years as he had shown me much kindness when I was having family
problems of my own as a kid. (Another lesson we can never learn enough).

Well, back to yesterday morning...

After feeling the chill in the hospital room, I looked over at the chair in the
corner and there was Tricia (just as I remembered her from more than 35 years
ago). Then she spoke to me (in that same sweet voice that would've made her
famous had she lived longer). She simply said to me "Charles just died." While
trying to keep my composure at having a 1000 questions, I simply asked her, "why
did you come to me?" And with that, she vanished.

After I got home yesterday afternoon, I tried to do some internet searches to
see if I could track down any of the family members - but alas, to no avail.

I attempted to see if I could get some answers from my spirit guides last night
during my meditations, but unfortunately I felled asleep before I got too far
along in my meditation.

I will try again later this evening to see what info I might be able to gather.

I just thought this was really interesting - not so much that I would get a
visit from someone who had "crossed over," (that often happens) but why Tricia
(who was a part of my life many, many years ago) would choose to visit me.

Interesting, eh?

Have a great day everyone.

Magical thoughts,
Jim in Minneapolis