Sunday morning my husband and I woke up, and he cuddled me before we got up and told me he'd just had a horrible nightmare. The kids had died while we were away somewhere, and the gods had granted us a gift--we could see them for one more day, to say goodbye.
Horrible, horrible thing to dream about. But that's not the creepy part.
Guess what was on the cover of Parade, the magazine supplement in our Sunday newspaper?
If You Could Spend One Day With Someone Who's Gone, Who Would it Be? What Would You Do?