My late mother came to me last night.
- Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.
- Sep 30, 2017
- 1 min read
My late mother came to me last night. I did not see her face, but recognized her form out of the corner of my eye sitting next to me in my darkened room, with just a reading lamp to illuminate her continued support from the beyond. I appreciate and am comforted by this illusion.
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