Hello, kindred spirit. I lost a daughter in 1972, at 8 months term, from trauma induced placental abruption. Some time after that, my beloved grandmother went into a coma. Grandma lived with Mom, and as her condition deteriorated all our family called to a vigil.

One night, Mom and 5 of her sisters awakened and raced ito Grandma's room. I was there, too, and we all spoke of the same dream... Grandma and a beautiful blonde girl were speaking of pairs ...twos of all sorts of things. Stunned silence (no easy feat in a room full of women). We finally checked meds and realized Grandma being overdosed on two identical meds, different names.

When Grandma awakened in hospital, her first words were 'what took you so long? Brandy and I tried to tell you!' Brandy was my daughter's name. I never had chance to see her or hold her.

From the dream, I drew an image of what she would look like. Years later, I found images from her funeral casket. That's all I had of her.

In 1975, I gave birth to another daughter. When she opened her eyes, I gasped in amazement at the connection. I saw her as an old soul, a counsellor, friend, rescuer, and one known to be a very wise woman. She grew to be an empath, and I've told stories of her encounters here. When she was a teenager, I snapped a pic of her at Shrine Auditorium. Looking at it later, I realized it was the image I drew after Grandma's dream.