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My mother and I always were extremely close, though we were separated by thousands of miles at the time of her death. My parents Charles and Tekla Sand were then living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and I was in Denver, Colorado. One of the interests mother and I shared was the occult.
She often told me her own mother had returned after death and helped her find a lost object. She promised that she would try to give me some proof of survival after her own death.
On April 7, 1971, I had a strange dream of walking down a crowded street in an unfamiliar city when suddenly the black-cloaked skeletal figure of death appeared and beckoned me toward him. I began to scream, and awakened still screaming and utterly terrified.
I was afraid the dream was a bad omen, that some tragedy would befall one of my children. I did not think it related to my mother. She had had surgery during the winter but she now seemed to be recuperating nicely.
When nothing unusual had happened after a week or more I half forgot the dream. Then on the morning of April 23 it seemed everything went wrong. A bookcase fell over-right on top of my two-year old son. By some miracle he wasn’t injured, but a lovely glass wine carafe mother had given me was broken.
Shortly after this incident the feeling of “wrongness” that had spoiled the whole morning seemed to lift. I felt light and happy the rest of the day. I was totally unprepared for my brother’s call late in the afternoon to tell me mother had died.
Her death occurred just about the time of the morning that my bookcase had fallen over. When I returned to Milwaukee for the funeral, my father asked me to go through Mother’s things and sort out what could be given away.
I had completed this sad task and was standing in their bedroom for a moment, gathering strength for other tasks that awaited me, when suddenly my father’s old-fashioned, heavy highboy began to shake violently. I had not looked into this chest of drawers since it contained only my father’s things.
But the shaking led me to open one of the lower drawers. In it I found a lovely little blue purse. I gathered that Mother purchased it for my daughter’s birthday that was to come soon. I believe my mother chose this way and this reason- so similar to what my grandmother did for her- to prove to me that there is life after death