23 years ago, I rode to the hospital on an ambulance (my very first ambulance ride). You see, I was in labor, and much to everyone’s surprise (but not mine)…I almost had my 3rd child at home on the toilet. (Because the hospital didn’t believe I was in labor earlier). The ambulance left my house at 02:15 on July 17th 1992. I asked the paramedic “You ever delivered a baby before?”…he said “No, but I saw my partner do it once.”….I said “Oh, that’s just feckin’ great.” I hee hee hee hoo’d all the way, not stopping for any red lights. We got to the hospital at 02:25, and I had to direct the paramedic to the mother baby unit (Seems he’d never been there either). They called the dr, who got there just in time to put on his catcher’s mit at 02:43 am to catch a 10 lb baby girl as she swiftly made her arrival. The staff was running around like chickens with their heads cut off (Which I told them they would be doing when they sent me home earlier) I’ll never forget it….and to all the staff who sent me home 23 years ago saying “Oh, you’re not in labor yet”…well, I can only say this…”I feckin told ya so!” I named her Emily, which means industrious one. That is oh so true. She was, and is, a beautifully busy girl. And people do like you when you are 23….
14 years ago, July 17th, 2001…I got a call that every child dreads. “This is your dad, and I have the paramedics here giving your mother CPR”….that call plays over and over in my head. She just dropped dead that day, on my daughter’s 9th birthday. The very next day, I had the family over for a very happy birthday party….that is what my mom would have wanted. The last time I heard my mother’s voice was on my answering machine when I got home after she passed. “Kelly, this is your mother, call me when you get home.” We had been on vacation and she called before we got back. This was before the days of commonplace cell phones. I happened to come home early from vacation…I wanted to be home by 2:30 pm. I walked in the door at 2:15 pm and within 2 minutes came that dreaded phone call from my dad. Don’t let the last time you hear your mother’s voice be on an answering machine, or a voice mail…..If she calls, and you are around answer it….because gosh, you just never know when will be the last time you talk to her.
I am in a beautiful old mansion with some of my family. It has beautiful huge rooms. The rooms that stand out to me the most are a formal setting room, with 3 huge, beautiful windows (the kind that have the built in cushioned benches covered in red), a fireplace, and a lovely ornate chandelier. The view from the windows is of a hospital. There is also the room with a grand piano, a formal dining room, a guest bedroom that is split into 2 sections, and another room that is somewhat like a bar/lounge. It consists of round tables, comfy seating, a bar and a jukebox. I start out in the setting room, showing the family around, then on to the dining room and the piano room. Suddenly, someone says they hear a noise coming out of the guest bedroom.
I enter the guest bedroom, which as I said, consists of 2 sections…a “living” area of the bedroom if you will (couch, chair, etc) and then the actual bedroom part is thru a doorway. I go to the doorway, and hear children. Funny thing is there are no children in the house at that time. Suddenly, I hear a little voice…he said his name was Nathan. He told me he was a spirit and had died in the house many many centuries ago, and wanted me to see him. He was on the bed, cute as can be…a toe headed blonde boy who looked to be about 5 or 6 years old. He had friends he said, and they were all nice kids. But, he said to be careful of the ones in the lounge area. They were older and sometimes not very nice.
I move into the lounge area room, where I did have the encounter with the older and sometimes not very nice spirits. (There were about 4 or 5 of them.) Turns out they were not evil spirits, or mean, just ornery. They liked to play tricks to “scare” people they said. I informed them I was entertaining folks and we were going to use that room, so to try and be on their best behavior.
Well, the company is enjoying their snacks and drinks, and the ornery spirits are being quiet….but when I went to take a drink of my cocktail, my straw did not work. I pulled it out and it had been tied in a knot at the bottom. I heard a little laughing sound….those ornery ones decided to prank me. “Oh, really funny!” I said…and the funny thing was, it was funny and I ended up laughing with them.
I’m Jimmy Fallon’s secretary, and screening his calls and visitors. In the hotel lobby, his personal assistant shows up with a green housecoat that she found at the Goodwill. She’s thrilled, because she knows it will be perfect for his skit. You see, the one he had for the skit got ruined somehow, and she had to find a replacement. It is hideous….short sleeves, big pockets….and the color of baby food peas. He loves it….puts it on, with rollers and a scarf…it’ll be perfect. Fast forward to the bridge between the hospitals where I used to work, where we make our trek to the studio through the massive crowd of fans chanting “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Fallon!”. (yes, he’s still in the housecoat) After walking for what seems like miles, we reach a door where the security guard lets Jimmy through. I, however have become stuck in the midst of the fans, until I finally break through and get to the door. “Hey, it’s me Jimmy’s secretary.” I tell the guard. “I gotta catch up to him, because I have all his notes etc.” Well, the guard lets me in and suddenly I’m in what looks like a shopping mall. He walks me down the mall a way, then points me down the hallway. At a point in the hallway, the mall breaks off into five different directions. I asked which way do I go, and he says “It’s easy little lady. You simply go to the picture of John Wayne, then take that immediate right and you will be at the studio.” I found no picture of John Wayne, but did find myself suddenly in the fanciest bathroom I have ever seen. At that moment, my cat jumped on my head and woke me up.
My dream started at the house we all grew up in (aka 548), and all of us kids were standing in the kitchen. The house was pretty much torn up, so I am guessing it was in it’s pre-tearing down stage after Walgreens purchased it. I had just finished reattaching the old brown and white paneling on the kitchen walls. My brother Will said “Nice job, I like what you did.” Then, we started talking about Dad, who had been in the hospital, something to do with his hip. Upon discharge he would be going back to the little red house behind the old dairy queen. (The house the folks bought when Walgreens took over 548.) We were all worried about who would take care of him, since I don’t live basically down the avenue from that house anymore.
We decided it was time to leave 548 and come up with a plan. After walking outside, we turned around to find the back porch was completely gone and the kitchen door was boarded up. A car then pulls in the driveway and it is my niece, her fiance, my nephew and his wife, their mother and her hubby. When my niece’s fiance gets out of the car, all these papers blow out into the alley at 548. “What the heck is that?” we all asked. To which my niece replies “They are all car insurance cards….he saves every one of them! Uggghhh.”
We all get in our respective vehicles and drive to the little red house. While there, we are talking to someone about whether or not dad will need care after he gets home. In the shadows of the kitchen we see someone in a hat with his back to us. At first I think it’s my brother Will. He turns around and it’s our Dad! He looks great, wearing his old light colored 10 gallon hat, a white shirt, black cowboy tie, black pants and his black cowboy boots. He walks over, standing straight, not limping anymore. I looked at him and said “Daddy! What are you doing here already? We were so worried…I thought you were dying.” He gave me a big old hug and said “I’m here to tell you I’m ok and so is your mom. Everything is going to be fine. You don’t have to worry so much anymore.” In the middle of the hug, I woke up. It felt so real, I was looking around for him. My dad passed away in 2007.