We went in for a minor surgery, and while she was under her heart slowed, then stopped. Fortunately I was not in the room, but I am told her surgeon and the anesthesiologist immediately sprang into action and after about fifteen seconds of brilliant doctor stuff her heartbeat was restored and all was well.
When she came too, they anxiously asked her how she was and she said that she was quite well, and had been having a wonderful dream about chatting with God on a brightly lit windswept beach.
She is a little sore, but other than that she’s fine. We’ve been shooting ‘Ghost Town’ quotes at each other all week.
A couple of weeks before, she had painted this:
Probably a coincidence.