I had moved to Philadelphia to pursue my Doctor of Education degree at Temple University. I had recently separated from my wife, Sharon, and she and our two small children remain in New Haven, Connecticut. In March, 1972 I was asleep in my house in Upper Darby, Pennsylvania. Sometime during the night I was dreaming of a fog enveloping me when suddenly Sharon appeared out of the fog and took me by my hand. Thinking of a beach in Old Saybrook, Ct where we used to go, we began walking along the shore, hand in hand. She told me that she loved me and knew that I lover her also. She had some regrets but told me to move on with my life and that she would cherish our time together. She let go of my hand and I returned to my dream. Early the next morning I received a telephone call from a friend of mine who informed me that Sharon had a brain aneurysm and did not survive. The doctors had performed successful surgery and expected her to be well. However, she fell into a coma and never awoke. Of course, I was devastated, but because of my experience I was at peace because we able to say our goodbyes.
