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My 1st stepmother was suffering from breast cancer. She was in and out of the hospital quite frequently, I was not very close to her. I think she resented me, having a 16 year old wild child move in with them. All I cared about was kid stuff. I really regret not taking the time to get to know her better, my father really loved her. When I was about 21 I was living on my own with my daughter Megan in a trailer. One night I had already locked all the doors to the trailer and was in bed about 11 or so, and all of a sudden the side door of the trailer blew open and started slaming up against the wall outside. It really scared me alot, I thoughht someone had pried the door open and was trying to get at my young daughter,at the time she was 2 years old and myself. So I carefully got up and went to the slamming door, I did not hear anny noise from a person, so I slid around the corner and pulled the door shut,relocked it and tried to go back to sleep. The next day in the mornning my father called me and told me of my stepmothers death and the time. It really freaked me out because that was the same time my door blew open. I believe she was telling me goodbye, even though we were not close, or she had a little extra power and she wanted to scare me. Either way I will never forget that night. I have always hoped she was just saying goodbye.
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