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I quickly shut my eyes thinking I was dreaming.  I opened them and sat up in fright.   Rubbing my eyes and focusing on the image, I realized it was old Gramdma Barefoot, my mother’s grand mother looking back at me.  She looked the same as the last time I saw her, on her hundredth birthday.

She smiled, rubbed my cheek and said, “Bobby, my dear.  Don’t worry so much,” she put her hand under my chin and rubbed my chin with her thumb.  “You are being watched over,” she winked, “and everything is going to be fine.”

The image disappeared and my eyes filled with tears.  I got out of bed with a sense of calm and peacefulness I haven’t felt in a long while.

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