My friend Betty Rich, whom I met on Bernie Siegel’s forum, died of ovarian cancer in 2012. Below is a series of emails from her.

Fri, Sep 21, 2012

Betty: I got this message for you while I was sleeping last night. It was specifically for you. “Tell Vicki that we communicate on a vibratory level.” I actually answered back in my mind, “Yes, but she already knows that.” it was as if I felt that it was useless information. I wanted more, but they didn’t give me any. I don’t know who they were.

Sat. Sept. 22, 2012

Betty: “I thought about you this morning and here is another one for you to ponder: You have been through so much in this lifetime, taking care of Laurie and Bob, and now, Rob–actually you are taking care of each other. Just let it be enough. Enjoy the things that give you pleasure, and don’t push yourself to do anything else. Please give it some thought.”

Oct. 15, 2012

Betty: “I had a beautiful dream last night. I was in a gorgeous garden. There were a few other women with me, but I don’t know who they were. When we looked up at the trees, all of them had orchids hanging from them–many clusters, of different colors, and among and around the orchids and all around us, flew beautiful butterflies. One in particular was extremely large. I believe that it was white.”

Oct. 16, 2012

Betty: “I had a dream. I was on this high place sitting with Allan. (her husband). Colored lights all around. I was afraid of falling off. I told Allan. He was not afraid to fall off, but he couldn’t stop me from falling. There was a construction crew working nearby and I fell. One of the men saw me and sent out some sort of panel that I grabbed on to. I was saved. Then I was walking down a hallway and this man was walking too. He was stressed. He was working with the construction crew. He told me that they saved me twice and I should be grateful. I tried to find my way back to Allan. I didn’t have money or a cell phone.”

Oct. 18, 2012

Betty: “Vicki, when I cross over, write to me. I will answer you. Just sit down at the computer and write as if you are writing an essay, and then type whatever response comes to mind. I will come through for you. Friendship is everlasting.”

Oct. 24, 2012

Vicki: “Dear Betty,

It has been less than a week since you’re passing. I will begin with a simple question. How are you?”

Betty: To tell the truth, I am resting. I was so depleted when I took my last breath that I went straight to rehab.

Vicki: Can you tell me about it?

Betty: Little to tell. Just great love and beauty. I can eat anything that crosses my mind.

Vicki: What is the first thing you craved?

Betty: Borscht, believe it or not. So I ate a dainty little bowl of it.

Beets me 🙂

Vicki: When the boys (her two sons) cry, how does it affect you?

Betty: How do you think? I’m still Betty. I can’t get through to them yet because of their grief. You know how that is.

Vicki: Yes, yes I do.

I love you. Get plenty of rest.

Betty: Mwaaaa.”

March 12, 13 I had gotten this from Betty.

“The Lost and Found of the soul is within.”~ Betty

And I wrote: “We think it’s in the mind, but in a weird sense, the mind is not within. It goes without.” (Looking back, I cannot remember what I meant by this. Perhaps I meant that the old Sufi saying, “We are the outermost out and the innermost in,” is truer than the mind can realize.)

Vicki Woodyard