Bonnie's Brother
Several years ago, my mom was leaving our house after having Thanksgiving dinner. For some reason, I just felt the sudden need for my mother to go to the hospital and get checked out.
I called a cab and instructed him to take her to a walk-in clinic close to her home. She refused at first, but she went anyway. She told the doctor that she felt okay, But the doctor checked her out anyway. The doctor called me about an hour later and asked how I knew. “Knew what?” I asked. She explained that my mother’s bowel was about to rupture and that she needed immediate emergency care.
When she went to the hospital, tests confirmed that her bowel was ready to burst. By this time, she was already in a bed, and there was a light above her head. The rest of the room was dark.
I was standing at the foot of her bed thinking about what to say to my brother when I called. By this time, it was 2:00am in Toronto, and my brother lived in Alberta. It was only midnight in Alberta. My brother has an answering machine, so I left a brief message about what was happening.
The next morning, when my brother and his wife received the message, my sister-in-law called me and told me to sit down. She proceeded to tell me what had happened the night before. She said my brother woke her up at exactly midnight and told her about a creepy dream he had.
He dreamed that he saw my mom in a dark room with a light over her bed, but the creepy part was that he felt he was looking through his sister’s eyes!
I think I connected with my brother on some level. How else could he actually see what I was looking at, at the exact moment, over three thousand miles away?
