This happened in 2010 along in May, so maybe that's why I'm thinking of it now. Two good friends of mine died just three days apart, and I was devastated for a long time over it. Just to go into some background about both of them let me explain them.
The first one was my friend Loren, who had been fighting cancer for years. She was a beautiful strong lady, an accountant, so she had a brilliant mind in this super-model body which she loved to play peoples stereotypes with. Really sweet, ready to give her last, and ready to speak her mind. So that last bit, caused a little friction, because I'll speak my mind too. But that was OK because we could communicate, (like fencing sometimes) so we got along.
Well, now, the other one was the alcoholic man that I used to live with, (who I mentioned in my first story.) He eventually left me for another woman who was also an alcoholic, took up his crack addiction again, and really became a mess. So he periodically got kicked out from one chicks place, lived on the street, and moved into another. But he would stop by and say hi. We stayed friends. So I was around when he slowly but painfully went into peritonitis several times, got jaundice, and died from sclerosis of the liver. Word to all young alcoholics, it won't be fun, find a different substance. His mind was going, which had a kind of mellowing affect. At the time of his death, he was becoming a rather nice child, and a lot of us were torn up over mourning the man who could have been, and the man that was.
So... Cleg was homeless at the time of his death, and he was not an American citizen. This made a lot of unbelievable drama with the government, the hospital, the cops, his family we couldn't locate, on top of everything else, and my friend Loren passing. It made for a week of sorrow and memorial services. When they were all done with, (as it turned out, Cleg passed first, but had a service last, with a memorial party that was also a fundraiser for the homeless services in the area.) I trudged home in the wee hours of the morning and crashed in bed hoping the world wouldn't exist again for another year.
No sooner had I shut my eyes when I felt an odd presence at the head of my bed waving it's arms in the air frantically, as if they were upset. Then I felt another presence, even felt this electricity by my bedside, and in my mind I could see Cleg looking down to stroke my back. Not an altogether unpleasant experience. And I just knew the other one was my friend Loren yelling at him to stay away. She was always joking threatening me if I took him back she'd have to kick my arsh or something. You know. Really, it was an anti-climax to this horrendous week. There they were arguing. I thought, wow they don't change personalities when they pass. She's telling him what for and he's totally ignoring her, telling me he loved me, it was just those addictions. Had they been walking along together like this the whole week? Should they stay here? Or should they go to the light? Oh my!
I said to Cleg, "I still love you but this isn't going to work now either." And to Loren, "you know I miss you, and I appreciate what you're doing, but both of you should go to the light, you'll like it there."
What do you think?