It was not long after the accident, perhaps four or five months, and I was particularly nervous about Bitchy driving here and there. I knew I had to let her, but our hearts were still aching with loss.
Then one night I had a dream. Bitchy was getting into a car with Robbie, and I was in the background yelling, “No, NO, NO – you CAN’T ride with him!!” I was frantic and screaming.
Robbie turned, and gave me a piercing, PIERCING look in the eye, seemed to float toward me and said softly,
“Don’t worry. I will never let anything happen to her.” And with a smile, they drove away.
I sat BOLT upright in bed. At that moment, I knew that my sister’s dear boy would be wrapping his arms around her and keeping her safe.
Now where is that M. Night Shyamalan? We still need to chat.