This is hard for me to do but I will try to tell my story as best as possible. I have always had premonitions and precognitions throughout my life. But as I am getting older, they are getting very pronounced and more vivid. I did not know that when you have a premonition or precognition, there is always an important message sent to us. But, now I know what my premonition meant.
This is a true story. This message was the most important message ever sent to me, but I did not know what it meant until it was too late. Now I know what it means but my younger brother is not here with me now to share it with. I welcome you to read and share my story with any comments you may have. Thank you.
Three years ago, February 2005, my premonition took place. I went to bed for the night and remember feeling very tired and that I would call my younger brother Chris the next day. We would call each other every other day and make contact by phone or email. Chris and I were very close. He was my brother and a very good friend.
That evening while asleep, I had the worst nightmare ever imaginable. It was Chris. Nothing like this ever happened to me and nothing was supposed to happen to Chris. He was genuine and brought everyone he came in contact with joy. Just the best person you could ever meet. This premonition I had was him lying on a bed. He had no legs. His arms were flapping by his side up and down and in front of his face. His head was moving back and forth and he was saying something. I awoke in a sweat and yelled out his name. I was panting and my husband woke up and asked me if I was okay. I said I just had a nightmare about Chris.
Now I was so worried about Chris. I recall the next day I called him and left a message for him to call me right away. I knew he was going on a trip so I thought I would beat around the bush and ask if he had went to the doctor to get his shots since he was leaving out of the Country. He said yes he did. I never told him about this awful nightmare which was a premonition. I did have a gut feeling that something awful was going to happen to Chris.
The weeks and then months went by. Every day I wondered if Chris would be involved in a car accident or other accident and lose his legs. I just didn't want to believe anything could happen like this to Chris. He had his whole life ahead of him. I called my youngest brother and told him about this. He actually was the only person I told. I did not want to let my mom know or anyone else.
Chris went on his trip and was back by the end of the summer. We spoke often on the telephone. I asked how he was feeling and he said fine but that he has been very busy looking for a new home and with work. He was looking forward to another promotion at work and couldn't wait to land this new job for the company he worked for. He had already been promoted to Supervisor. I thought this was great. He was such a good person and such a hard worker. He deserved this.
Chris said he was tired and had a lot to do. His show dog Belle finally came back also from getting "Americanized" in shows for at least seven months. He was happy to have her back and was looking for a larger home for her too. She is a Cinnrea Boxer, Brindle from champion bloodlines. Chris also took care of Cinnamon her mother before Belle was born. The champion boxers were kept with a breeder outside of Windsor. Belle was the pick of the litter for Chris. He loved her and all that she came to be with her ribbons and such.
Fall finally arrived. Chris finally had a chance to come over for lunch before going off to work. This was in October 2005. I had not seen Chris in-person for a while now. His schedule was always busy, busy, busy. When he finally showed up at my home, I couldn't wait for him to come in. He just had this aura about him. You just couldn't wait to see him! This is what everyone said.
The doorbell rang and it was him. Finally! He opened the door while I was in the kitchen and I yelled down to him "Hey". What I saw I didn't like. He lost a lot of weight and walked up the stairs like he was having a hard time.
This would be our last pleasant visit together.
I didn't want to alarm him or anything. I am always cautious with Chris because he was so good and I just didn't want anything to be wrong with him health wise.
He sat at the table and I was making us a lunch. He said he wasn't too hungry. I knew something was bothering him. We had small talk and he said that his shoulder was hurting him for a while now. He had gone to the doctor and is waiting for results to come back. He told me that it could be rheumatoid arthritis. He looked worried. He also said his legs were very sore and he had a hard time walking. He thought it could be from the moving and being so busy at work.
After a little while, he left to go on to work and I told him to call me and let me know anything that he hears from the doctor. I was very worried too.
A couple days went by and Chris called me. He said he got the results back from the doctor. The doctor said it looked like rheumatoid arthritis but wanted him to go for more testing.
I didn't know what to do. So I waited until I found out the terrible news. Nothing bad was supposed to happen to Chris. He was different.
Chris found out from the doctor that it wasn't rheumatoid arthritis, it was extensive small cell cancer. Lung cancer? Chris never smoked. We were devastated. This was the same day he moved into his new home which he could not enjoy. Can you imagine moving into a new home and the same day finding out you had cancer? What is that all about?
Christmas 2005 would be Chris' last Christmas together with all of us. Every Christmas Eve the family and friends came over to my home and Chris would have the family and a few friends Christmas Day morning for Brunch. This was our ritual every year. His spread was awesome. He should have been a chef. But, he was too sick to have his Brunch Christmas 2005.
When he arrived at my house Christmas Eve, he could hardly walk and had a yellowish complexion. He looked so weak. He left early and was very, very tired.
The next few weeks, Chris would spend at the hospital and then his new home in bed with the Hospice helping until he couldn't do this any longer. He couldn't walk at all at this time.
Seven weeks Chris was here and gone. That was it. It was such a shock. Seven darn weeks he was here and then gone. That was how fast this cancer took his life. This did not make sense and still doesn't.
The last night Chris was with us, my younger brother and I were with him in his room at the hospital. My premonition came true that night. I thought oh my God. As I was sitting in front of him, Chris started flapping his arms, his head was moving back and forth and with such a faint and weak voice, he kept saying, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe." I said to my younger brother, "Greg, my premonition is coming true, this is it". He came to the edge of the bed and stood by me and said "Really?" I said, "yes, this is it and now I know what it means". I ran to get the nurse.
Chris could not walk for the seven weeks. His legs almost went as big as tree trunks with that cancer while his body was so frail. I was so upset. Everybody was.
My premonition came true that night. Chris did not have any legs in my premonition because he couldn't walk at all. This was the message sent to me.
I did not know what this premonition meant until the night he passed, but for this to happen to Chris made it even worse. He brought us joy the 41 years he was with us. So soft spoken and his grin.
Chris passed on January 31, 2006. We love and miss him every day but know he is with us in spirit.
Thank you so much for reading my story. It is appreciated.