One afternoon he took my kids to the park nearby.  While they were gone, I watched a minister on television.  The sermon was especially moving and there was something going on with me, personally.  I had recently had a horrible nightmare that my son had been killed in a car accident.  It was so real that I woke at five in the morning and could only go downstairs and cry.  It was if it had really happened.  The next day I told my friend of the dream.  His response to me was, “Well, the death angel is over your family”.  That just ticked me off totally and off I went.  I said, “The death angel is over each and every one of us from the time that we are born until the time we die and what an un-Christianlike thing to say to someone who feels like they have just lost their child!”  He had apologized and later moved out anyway. 

This night, something appeared in my living room.  Like a very tall, thin person wearing a white robe with either long, flowing sleeves or they were wings that hung alone each side of him almost to the floor.  He opened up his arms as if to offer me comfort and I felt compelled to take it.  He seemed to be a wizened, ancient old man.  I walked to “him” and leaned into the embrace.  I sensed that he wanted me to do something.  No, he wanted me to commit.  I stood back a little and said, “I am not ready”.  He seemed sorrowful and then, I couldn’t see him anymore.  I felt sad too.