In October, Kelly came to her in a dream. She had been watching Instagram videos by hospice nurse Hadley Vlahos, and recognizing he was dead, a jolt of fear ran through her. It prompted the urgent question, "Am I dying?"
Kelly's gaze met hers with unsettling clarity. "God likes me better than he likes you," he said.
Her anxiety mounting, she asked again, "Am I dying?"
With a smirk, he repeated, "God likes me better than he likes you."
Defeated, she exhaled, "Listen, I've tried my best. I've done the best I can with my life. I can't help who God likes better... I can't influence God's preferences..."
Then, the dream dissolved.
Awakening, she regretted her passive acceptance of Kelly's taunts. Perhaps there was truth in his claim of divine favor, it seemed plausible enough. She felt sorry for herself, thinking, "This is the person that comes to take me to the next space. Everyone else gets a loved one who caringly helps with the transition, I'm stuck with one who tries to provoke me by telling me that he is God's favorite."