I Felt Her Presence At Three a M

I felt her presence at three o'clock a.m. She was in the hallway. I knew it before I looked up, because she exudes a feeling I recognize. I typed to the end of the sentence, then I saw her materialize. She gave me that cocky confident happy "I love you" smile. The back of my neck prickled, as it always does upon her arrival. Diane visits each year on her death date. For some odd reason, her birthday visits are a bit more sporadic. I watched her disappear as fast as she had arrived. beautiful sister my hair is standing on end her spirit loves me