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  • Last night I was lying in bed with eyes wide open. My little son and husband had fallen asleep already and their lungs were working in quiet unison beside me. There was a texture to the darkness and I thought of my grandmother. She's been dead for over ten years but I felt her presence. It was a strange sensation, bewildering and comforting at the same time.

    I've felt a sense of her many times over the years, but this night it was wider and more vivid. I closed my eyes. If she is truly present in some form outside of my imagination, I asked her to give me a sign.

    Suddenly, I became fearful. I wasn't sure if I was ready to know. Being certain of her presence would expose me to a whole new layer of the night and the darkness would never be mute again.

    I think she protected me.
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