A Cross by the Road
Memoir of a Death Foretold
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When the feeling of terror passed, I wondered if my imagination had gone berserk. I was vindicated when I learned the next day that my next-door neighbor had called the police that same night because she saw the handle on her kitchen door being turned. Since the moment I had bolted out of bed from the dream, I had been in the grip of something that was like mortal fear, except that which I feared seemed to be all in my mind. The laughing and joking seemed to go on so long I could stand it no longer and burst into the kitchen. From across the room I blurted out to Mikey, “I had a dream that you had an accident!” He stopped, rather startled at this off-the-wall remark, and then just laughed it off saying, “It was just a dream!” I was shaking. My husband was standing at the side of the room and looked very apprehensive, but he didn’t say anything. Mikey told me many times I worried too much, and he reminded me again. “Mom, you worry too much!” It is true. I had worried about him all his life.
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This true story begins with a mother’s terrifying dream that foretold the accidental death of her adult son. She continued to have subtle premonitions that she didn’t understand until it was too late. When her son died as the dream predicted, she was riddled with guilt at not having been able to save him. These premonitions raised tormenting questions about their source, purpose, and meaning. They propelled her on a journey through grief that followed every path from scientific theories to psychic communications with the spirit world. It was a lonely quest in a culture impatient with grief and dismissive of premonitions. In the end, it was through writing her story that she found healing.
A cross still remains at the T-intersection of two county roads, still reminding passers-by of the vibrant young life that was snuffed out one summer day long ago. We often notice these small white crosses along roadways as we speed by. Draped with wilted flowers and faded ribbons, they stand in mute testimony to tragedies we try to ignore. They remind us that life can end in an instant.
About the Author
Jane Quint lives in the Indiana Dunes area with her husband Mike and their German shepherd, Rommel; her daughter Peggie lives close by. She holds a Bachelor of Science in mathematics from Purdue University, a Master of Science in computer science from the Illinois Institute of Technology, and a Master of Arts degree in sociology from the University of Illinois at Chicago. She is retired from a career as a software engineer in the telecommunications industry. Her husband owned and operated Quint’s Bakery in East Chicago, Indiana. A Cross by the Road is her first book.