Dear Diary,

I know this wiil be my last day. I can”t say how I know this. It has to do with my intuition and serendipitous nature.

What i write will surprise those who read this page in my diary. Please know that I’m ready to depart. I can’t tell you where i am going., but a dream prepared me. Years ago I was asleep when I received a visit from my Aunt Hazel, who died from myasthenia gravis. i woke and saw Hazel suspended over me with a lighted tiara about her head and a glorious gown with dozens of jew

While she lie above me,neither of us spoke I i I only met her once when I was three yesrs old. In tiime I went back to sleep. When I woke the next morning I knew she had left me the gift of joy and strength. After a severe bout with agoraphobis, my depression and fear left, Rejoicing, I laughed and sang all day long.

I spent the day celebrating. i couldn’t stop thinking about Hazel; I had no doubts the dream was real. Hazel was my mother’s sister who died of myssthenis Gravis. Her I was with multipke sclerosis. Although no one had ever called me an angrel, Propkr said Hazel waa angel.

That night after i had gone to bed, a happier, more generous person,the phone rang at three in the morning. I froze, believing this would be a disaster --a death? My slighly older sister was on the other end delivering the grave news. Our other sister,Terre,had been killes in a freak accident and died instantly. A cattle truck was stopped on a bridge and there were no flares to warn her. Terre wa. But, Amazingly, i felt strong, as though i could reach out to the mourning. A few days lates our older sister who had been like a mother to me.

I spent the day crying alone at the park. A few days later , my sister and I flew to Califonia for Terre’s funeral. The experience was bittersweet. I lost Terre but I had received a gift that convinced me, there is a besutiful life that follows and now i am prepared to take that journey, i open my arms and embrace the mysteries and miracles to be found in another life.