Warning from a Loved One

Name:            gina pecht
Email:           ginotype27@yahoo.com
Location:        road trip: CA--> TX
Type:            Channeling
Date:            Thursday, August 03, 2000
Time:            10:27 PM

David was my first boyfriend. However, i was 13 at the time we dated, in 1996, and ill-prepared for a relationship. In december 1997 he was diagnosed with leukemia, right after i had broken up with him. As you can imagine, i was guilt-ridden. I hated myself for leaving him when he needed someone, and could not admit to myself that there was no way i could have known this would happen.

We talked very little over the course of his illness, but i did spend the last three days of his life with him, at his request.

That was in early july. Late in august, my best friend decided he wanted to take a road trip to texas to visit his family, even though both of his alternate drivers had backed out. He called me to ask if i wanted to go, and i said no, school starts in a week. But he said he was going whether or not i came along, and that worried me. i wasn't going to let him go alone, even though i couldnt help with driving, so i said i'd go.

We left at around 9:00 in the morning, traveled interstate 10 all day, and made it to tuscon by 11:00 that night.

That night i had a dream. Upon waking, i was sweating and my heart was racing, and i was really, mortally terrified. I had no clue what i was afraid of; i could remember nothing from the dream except David. There was no seting, he was just there, as if all there was was him and me. His voice was very clear: he said "I'll see you soon."

My friend and i left tuscon the next day around seven or eight, and by eleven we were in el paso, Texas. We'd had a fight about what to play on the radio, so i was listening to alice in chains on my discman while he played aerosmith. We were silent for 85 miles. I let my mind wander. When i looked up after a while, we were veering off to the left. My best friend had fallen asleep. I panicked. I yelled and woke him, he saw what was happening, and turned the wheel, overcompensating, propelling us into the right shoulder, where the white, convertable 91 mustang flipped twice.

Obviously, i survived the crash. David had said "i'll see you soon"... i guess he was wrong.

Over the following month, i had a series of dreams in which we walked together on wooded paths, or lounged out on my sofa, and talked. He told me he'd heard me when i talked to him in the hospital when he was unconcious. we remembered the times we had together. Best of all, and what really put my mind at ease, he forgave me. He said he held no anger or hard feelings, and he loved me. I will never forget him.