I have had a vision. A vision. An actual vision. I had it many years ago, 28 to be exact. It was on the day my father died, the first day of spring.

Now to preface this I must say that my aunt for years told us the story of her dreaming of her mother, my grandmother, at the moment she died. My aunt told how her mother came walking up to her bed and apologized for all the wrong things she’d done. This all happened before she knew my grandmother had died.