“I was tired, you know?  It was that dead time of night, the witching hour, right before the sun hits the horizon.  I fell asleep for a moment,” Tammy said. “And, when I woke again, Sandy was gone.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  She’s still here, the old girl.  We’ve been talking a lot this morning.  People like Sandy, they can still hear you when they get like this.  Sometimes too, they’ll come right out of it.  There’ll be these lucid moments, complete clarity, right before the end.  So it’s best to talk plenty.  Go on as normal.  It makes them feel better, I think, to hear familiar voices.”

Although Tammy had stayed up most of the night, she was still wide awake and in seemingly high spirits.

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