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As The Year Wanes, So Does Life…

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Originally Written by the13thcynic

December 26, 2008 at 2:14 AM

Over the last few days Tony has developed pneumonia.
I don’t have to tell you what that means.
He’s been sleeping almost constantly. He talks in his sleep. Words you can’t understand, but he’s having conversations, I believe with whomever will be helping him cross over, some of his family believe this too. How could you not when while he’s been awake, he’s told us details of ‘visitors’ he’s had, describing family members he’s never seen. And everyone has heard the footsteps in the hall, the whispering of ones own name, and just tonight, the front door, under an unknown force, opening quite deliberately and to a wide berth, then stopping firm, followed by an electric chill distinctly separate from the wintry weather outdoors that even after the door was shut tight up again by a puzzled family member, had crossed the room and concentrated itself next to Tony’s bed where he lay sleeping. His only reaction? His breathing pattern changed.
We wish we could see, but it must be just between them. We wonder who it was and what they came for… just to sit beside him like he’s told us has happened before (that someone has come in and sat beside him on his bed)? Did they have some important words for him or we’re they just unseen visitors come to check in on him briefly like the endless stream of family and friends.
When it’s my turn, I’ll have my answers.
Whatever it is, whoever they are, please take good care of him when he’s with you.

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