About a week ago, Whitley said, "I had the most incredible dream last night." He had dreamed that Amy's mother (I'll call her Sue) had come to him and showed him how happy she was now. She was living in a commune with a son and a loving husband (three things she would have loved to have had in life, but never did).
I knew that Whitley was very stressed over a dear friend in Texas who is being treated for cancer--in fact, I think that stress may have contributed to his recent back trouble.
He was puzzled by the life he'd seen her "living" after death, but I interpreted it this way: "Sue wasn't telling you about what was LITERALLY happening to her, she was telling you that, in death, she's found true joy, and she wants you to know that if our friend dies, she will too."
Sue was an excellent massage therapist and when ANOTHER angel (but a living one this time) came to our apartment and did a healing for Whitley recently, Whitley said that he almost went out of his body and he could feel someone physically massaging him, even though our healing friend hadn't laid his hands on him.
It looks like Sue might have decided to be our guide and helper for awhile, and that's wonderful--these are dark times. Whitley is still in great pain and several projects that we had thought might come to fruition seem to have faded away, so we can sure use a little aid from the other side.