My Haunted Bedroom - Part II *** bad kitty ***

It must have been the early nineties. I was in my old bedroom again. (I had moved back in with my mother. I had just come from another state after terminating a very bad relationship and nowhere to live.) Anyway one evening, let’s just say I had done something bad that I shouldn’t have, and I seriously thought I was dying. I remember being so scared and ready to call 911. I prayed to the Almighty that if He would let me live I wouldn’t ever do that bad thing again. He came to my rescue that night, and I kept my promise to Him. Shortly thereafter I found my own place and moved out. Unfortunately for my sister, she moved in a few years later.

She too had just separated from her husband and needed a place to stay. She was doing a lot of questionable things (including that bad thing I told you I did) and her life was more like a very bad soap opera. She was spinning out of control. One day I went to visit her and see how she was doing and she proceeded to tell me all of the turmoil going on. We were in my old bedroom, at that exact spot where I thought I was going to die. She says, “look at my cool new tattoo”. She pulled her shirt off her shoulder and I could see her name “Tammy” tattooed over her heart. Now I’m not into tattoos but this one was kind of pretty and I was getting ready to tell her so. But before I could say a word I immediately started having what I believe to be a vision. It was this little scene, in living color, audio and all, being played out in my head. <My sister is naked, lying on a table in the morgue. I watched as the coroner points to her tattoo and says “this person’s name is Tammy” we can use this as positive identification.>. I shook my head, like an etch-a-sketch, trying to make that awful image disappear. I thought to myself how macabre.

Sadly, within a few months, my sister died. She had done that bad thing once again. She died at the exact same spot where I had my vision. She died at the exact same spot where I thought I was going to die.

Let this be a lesson to all of you that take this precious gift of life for granted. I always thought that once she hit rock bottom that she would accept the fact that she needed help and get it. Sometimes we do get a second chance, a third chance, even a fourth chance. Sometimes we don’t get a second chance at all. And sometimes, when we lose something, we lose it forever. Rest in peace my dearest sister.