My daughters, Mildred Crow, died on June 11, 1963 at 1:50 A.M. I did not have the money to attend her funeral in Texas and remained at my home in Vienna, Ohio. At 10:00 P.M. on July 19, a little more than a month after Mildred died, I was setting down to sleep when I felt someone sit down on my bed.
I turned to see if it was my sick husband wanting something and I saw Mildred sitting there, on the edge of my bed!
She said, “Mom, go to the doctor.”
I told her, “Honey, I am all right. I don’t need a doctor.” Mildred left but she came again the next night. She insisted that I see the doctor. Again, I told her that I didn’t need the doctor.
The third night she reappeared saying,” Mom, please. See Doctor Bill before it is too late!” I promised my daughter that I would see our family doctor, whose name is Bill, in the morning.
He sent me right to the hospital for emergency treatment for diabetes, He said that if I had delayed seeing him one more week it would have been too late to do anything but make me comfortable until the end. I love my daughter and find she is closer to me now than she was before.