Katey died of a heroin overdose on June 13th, 2012. She was twenty-five years old.
We’d planned a dinner out together, to celebrate how well she’d had been doing with her recovery. We were finally getting our old Katey back. We had no idea that she had relapsed. When I got to her house, there was no answer when I knocked. I used my key to enter, called her name and got no response. Then, I found her lifeless in her bed; she had been dead for six to eight hours.
Needless to say, Katey’s death was the beginning of the worst time in my life. The years after that were so hard. Holidays, birthdays, family gatherings and weddings left a gaping hole in my heart. I kept thinking she should be here. Our lives were changed forever.
I went to various grief counseling groups, where many people talked about “signs” they had received from their loved ones who’d passed. I wanted so much to get a sign from Katey.
At last, about five months after her passing, I was preparing a Sunday school lesson about Joseph interpreting the Pharaoh’s dreams. I fell asleep while reading, and that was the night I had my first “dream,” which was more like a visitation. As the dream ended, Katey said to me: “Look up. Look down. Look around. Look to God.” I immediately woke up.
I think she was trying to tell me that she is still with us. She’s everywhere we are. And then she proved it.
My sister, Dee, had a birthday and we celebrated it at Ooka, a Japanese restaurant in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. When the hibachi chef poured oil on the grill, the flames almost reached the ceiling. The grill got so hot that we were forced to move as far back as we could. Dee took pictures of the flames until they died down. When we looked at the photos later, there was a very clear image of an angel in the flames. She was there with us at the birthday party. Our angel, Katey, came to my birthday celebration last night! I know she did!
Gail Blase lives in Upper Bucks County, PA. She is happily retired after teaching kindergarten for forty-one years. She enjoys reading and traveling She visits schools and community events with Katey’s therapy pit bull, Duke. She’s a proud grandmom. She is always on the lookout for more Angel Bumps.
Katey died of a heroin overdose on June 13th, 2012. She was twenty-five years old.
We’d planned a dinner out together, to celebrate how well she’d had been doing with her recovery. We were finally getting our old Katey back. We had no idea that she had relapsed. When I got to her house, there was no answer when I knocked. I used my key to enter, called her name and got no response. Then, I found her lifeless in her bed; she had been dead for six to eight hours.
Needless to say, Katey’s death was the beginning of the worst time in my life. The years after that were so hard. Holidays, birthdays, family gatherings and weddings left a gaping hole in my heart. I kept thinking she should be here. Our lives were changed forever.
I went to various grief counseling groups, where many people talked about “signs” they had received from their loved ones who’d passed. I wanted so much to get a sign from Katey.
At last, about five months after her passing, I was preparing a Sunday school lesson about Joseph interpreting the Pharaoh’s dreams. I fell asleep while reading, and that was the night I had my first “dream,” which was more like a visitation. As the dream ended, Katey said to me: “Look up. Look down. Look around. Look to God.” I immediately woke up.
I think she was trying to tell me that she is still with us. She’s everywhere we are. And then she proved it.
My sister, Dee, had a birthday and we celebrated it at Ooka, a Japanese restaurant in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. When the hibachi chef poured oil on the grill, the flames almost reached the ceiling. The grill got so hot that we were forced to move as far back as we could. Dee took pictures of the flames until they died down. When we looked at the photos later, there was a very clear image of an angel in the flames. She was there with us at the birthday party. Our angel, Katey, came to my birthday celebration last night! I know she did!
Gail Blase lives in Upper Bucks County, PA. She is happily retired after teaching kindergarten for forty-one years. She enjoys reading and traveling She visits schools and community events with Katey’s therapy pit bull, Duke. She’s a proud grandmom. She is always on the lookout for more Angel Bumps.
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