My daughter came home from school today, walked in the door and said it smelled like Ann's house. I don't wear perfume or have scented candles, so I know that you were here, but for some reason I told Annabelle it was the bathroom cleaner, even though we never used the same cleaning supplies.
The truth is you have been visiting my dreams for awhile now. I think you are trying to warn me I might have cancer, or that Annabelle isn't doing so well or is in some kind of danger. Problem is, I am not sleeping well. I wake up in cold sweats and can't go back to sleep. I am straining to hear your message. I know you were here today and I know you have been watching over her. I know you have visited me several times since I moved. I remember the night you were here when I was all alone after that rich guy from Switzerland roofied me and I was throwing up so much I thought I was going to die. You showed up and you told me to get my shit together and you stayed with me while I cried. I asked you why you were waisting your afterlife on me (because I apparently still have a sense of humor when roofied) and you laughed.
You visit me in my dreams and you showed up today for Annabelle. She needs you. She came to me tonight like she used to and sat in my bed and it was like she used to be and I knew it was you. When you were dying, X came into your house and you called him Satan. I get it now, You always warned me. You always told me the truth. I just couldn't hear it then.
You showed me those memories today of when we used to take Annabelle to the fair, just you and me. You showed me those memories of when it was just Annabelle and you because you told her when she was little that when me and her dad were fighting she could come to your house, and she did. You would stand up to him when he came to get her and she didn't want to come home and I was grateful because I couldn't stand up to him but I am doing it now. I hear you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that you are remembered. I want you to know that I heard you today
You taught me how to be a mother. Annabelle smelled your perfume when she walked in the door, but I played it off because her dad keeps calling me crazy and you know what it is like to be a mother and have to protect your child. So I lied and you know I can't lie, but you wouldn't have come today if you didn't know what I am going through. He is pretending he doesn't know about my gift. Remember when he tried to send me to a mental hospital for an allergy attack? Of course you do.
Dear Ann, you are not forgotten .
I know you visited me in my dreams weeks ago, but I forgot what you were trying to tell me but I am trying. I am listening. Visit Annabelle in her dreams tonight. I have no hold over her now. You see what is happening or you wouldn't have tried to warn me. She is still like us. She smelled you today. She heard your voice calling her name.
I am listening. You are not forgotten.
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