Watching TV with Romay
I remember how my husband, Romay, and I loved to watch TV from our bed, he on the right side and I on the left.
He died Nov. 4, 2009, and about a month later I heard his voice from the other side of the bed: “Lattice, you finished looking at ‘Ophra?’” I responded, “I have just finished. It was nice of you to not interrupt. You remember that I do not like to be disturbed when I am watching her show.”
About three months later, I heard his voice from the other side of the bed saying, “Lattice, I would like to see a western.” I replied, “Romay, I had all the western movies deleted after you passed. I know you realize that I didn’t particularly like westerns, but loved to look at them with you because you loved them so much.”
About five months later, he came back and asked me if I was still awake. I said, “I will always be awake when you visit me, and we can look at TV.”