My husband was calling to tell me that Kimungu had been shot in the head. He was ok, but had been hit by a sniper on a road patrol. He had been sent to Germany and was being taken care of. I couldn’t believe that the very same night I’m dreaming of him dying he was actually shot in the head. Needless to say, Kimungu recovered and they sent him straight back to Iraq to finish his deployment.
When the guys came home from Iraq, I told Kimungu of my dream. It freaked him out a little I think, but neither him or I ever gave it a second thought after that.
Six months later, Kimungu’s time in the marines was over and he was on his way back home to be with his family. They were so happy and they finally had him home after so many years and such a close look at death. He was ecstatic about being with his mom and twin sister. The last words that he spoke to me was that he loved us and he told my son Cory that the next time he would see him would be when Cory was walking and talking. I looked at him and told him to be careful. He wrote his mom’s number down on a notebook so that we could get in contact with him if we needed to, and then he was gone. That was the second week of October.
I was at work about a week later and I had a problem with the panty hose I was wearing that day. They kept falling down on me and it was very irritating. I called my husband and had him go buy me some new ones. When he brought them to my job, I kinda was having second thoughts. I told myself that the only time I ever buy new black panty hose was when I was going to funerals. At that moment, a really bad sinking feeling came over me. I started thinking about my family and everyone I love. For some reason, I had the worst feeling that something bad was about to happen.
