Shadows stripe the stories we tell ourselves in the middle of the night.
Night's moon and stars can soft-brush harsh daytime images.
Just as often, stories harmless in daylight can attack at 2 a.m. like hell hounds.
When I was seven I dreamt that my father had died and everything was up to me. At the same age, another dream cast me as eighty-four with only a few months to live.
Awakening from dream's different realities usually brings relief, although this was not so for Dr. Victor Frankl during his years in a concentration camp. When a fellow inmate cried out in the middle of a nightmare, Frankl declined to awaken him because their reality was worse than a nightmare.
In any case, upon awakening from death dreams, we quickly return to our amnesia about our own passing.
Caregivers can ease patients night-fed anxieties.
One dark hour at Parrish Medical Center in Titusville, Florida brought a wife the news that her husband had only moments to live.
"He always loved 'Amazing Grace,'" his wife told a nurse.
Disappearing, the nurse gathered every staff member she could recruit.
A circle that included another nurse, a housekeeper and a unit clerk formed around the patient's bed. Singing Love's music, they comforted him out of this world.
The night can be an intruder. The night can also bring amazing grace.
-Erie Chapman
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