My first husband died in a drunk driving accident back in 1984. About 15 years later I was back home and spent an afternoon with one of his sisters. She went on to tell me how she had gone to a psychic who told her that he (her brother) was fine and was sitting at a table drinking a beer and said not to worry about him. Seemed so odd to me that he supposedly was in the ether doing what got him killed. She really believed it and I was stunned that she fell for that crap. I had always thought she was pretty bright. I didn't really say anything...partly because I couldn't think of anything to say and partly because I figured if it gave her some peace of mind I wasn't going to try to dispute it.
I'm your huckleberry.
