There was a night she woke with that thundering in her head and as she sat on the side of the bed a door blew shut though there was no wind as she felt the heaviness of a spirit nearby posing a threat, as a flood of feeling rises and then the realization or was it a question “Why fear?”
The night sometimes holds these kinds of visitations which leads her in reverie today to think of how it feels when the specter of death appears taking its victim by surprise which simultaneously calls to mind that morning in May when her husband told her,” death came and stood at the end of my bed last night, she appeared as a young waman, ghostly grey.” Later she would learn that was when he first began to realize it would soon be time for him to leave her.
Emerging From The Dark Night 