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I
woke up this morning to my mother calling 'Heather" with a short, soft
whisper in my ear.  Was she there?  No.  It was a dream type-of-thing. 
She wasn't in my dreams, it was just her voice saying my name — and only once.

The
last time something similar happened was several years ago, when I woke
up early with a panicky feeling that something was wrong with Old MacDonald.  "Oh no, oh no, something happened to Old MacDonald!"  As I came to consciousness, I laughed it off.  What could have happened?  Perhaps the Farmer in the Dell stole MacDonald's Three Little Pigs to make a sow's-ear purse for Goldilocks?  Again, I wasn't really dreaming of Old MacDonald.  It was just a feeling I had while not-quite-awake. 

A couple of hours later, I learned that Isaac's grandfather unexpectedly died in the night.  His last name was MacDonald.  And he was old.

I'm still baffled by the experience.  Especially, being his
grandaughter-in-law and not a close relative.  I think I only met him
twice. I rarely have nightmares or wake up in a panic.  My dreams are usually bizarre and silly, like a They Might Be Giants song.  I clearly remember rollerskating along a riverbank in Turkey and making snow-angels in a mountain of sugar. 

So,
though my mother's whisper in my ear this morning wasn't in panic at
all, it was such a similar experience that I've been pondering the Old
MacDonald thing all over again.  … and thinking that maybe I need to give my mom a call.

Has this every happened to you?

(The photos?  Random, I know, but I mentioned my hairdo on Twitter yesterday & some folks requested a peek.)