In honor of Halloween -- --
This is a dream that my mother had and which she repeated to me in hushed tones. It took place back when the doctor mother worked for had moved his practice into a new, medical arts high rise just across the street from the Baptist Hospital on Madison in what was then the medical center. The building had a tunnel under the street to the hospital, a coffee shop on the main floor and adjacent parking.
In her dream, mother was in her car preparing to exit the parking area onto Madison. The area was deserted. No people on the sidewalks, no cars. She pulled out onto Madison and turned west toward downtown. She soon saw another vehicle coming in her direction, headed east. Mother recognized it as belonging to a friend of hers we’ll call Bob.
She stopped her car and rolled down her window. Bob pulled alongside her and did the same.
Mother said that she was happy to see him and suggested they go inside for a cup of coffee.
He said: “I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He rolled up the window and drove off, continuing in the opposite direction that mother was traveling.
The next morning, mother read his obituary in the newspaper.
We were both certain that Bob had visited her dream to say good-bye.