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I never met Craig in person, but got to know him well through
years of telephone conversations and letters. He was my husband's
fraternal twin brother, who was killed in an accident January 22,
2004 at the age of 38. For many years, Craig led a troubled life
and was estranged from his family. Only one thing remained
constant during his short time here on earth, his deep love for
music. Even upon his death, a hand-written
list of his favorite songs and bands was found in his pocket.
About a year after Craig's death, he
came to me in a dream. He
|told me it was his
birthday. I argued with him and said, "It's not your birthday! Your birthday is on Mark's birthday - in
August!" But he insisted that it indeed was his
birthday - his "birth into a
happy, new life" - and that I should buy
him a birthday cake. The next day I told Mark of my dream.
He looked at me in shock
and said, "I dreamed about Craig last night too!" That was
the first time either one of us had dreamt of him since he died.
We immediately told their mother about Craig's visit to us and
she told us to go out and "BUY THAT CAKE!!!!" Now Craig gets a
every January 22nd.
Although Mark does not remember much of what transpired during his
dream was unusually vivid in detail, and we have since come to learn it
called an ADC (or After-Death
Communication). We firmly believe that Craig attempted
to contact us both that night, but perhaps I was
the one more receptive to it due to his strained family relationship.
Not long after the ADC with Craig, melodies started waking me up in the
the night. Words and music came to me and there was
nothing I could do but write them down. Eventually, I slept with
beside my bed so that when I awoke, I could sing the melody into the
recorder and go back to sleep. Everyone, including myself,
thought this was strange because I have no musical background at all.
I can't sing or
play an instrument and, on top of that, I hardly
|ever listen to the
radio - let alone own a CD player! But suddenly, at
age 32, I was composing four complete songs in all different
music. In hindsight, everyone realizes that I was simply being
to receive the fifth song, "Until We're Together Again."
I immediately knew there was something special about this
song. The melody came, words came and extreme emotion
accompanied it all. I couldn't focus on anything else for the
next four months. I would wake from a sound sleep around 2 a.m.,
tears streaming down my face, because I could feel
being conveyed. I couldn't talk on the phone to anyone because
all my spare time was spent writing, trying to translate the sound and
emotion into an understandable language. The only way I can
describe it is to say I received this song in another
language, an "emotional language," which I had to interpret. The
melody was given to me in both sound and sight. In other
words, when I heard the melody in my head, I also saw movement,
allowing me to understand when something needed to go "up" or "down"
within the song.
I have always maintained this song came to me spiritually - not from
Craig - but from
somewhere far greater. I instinctively understood that everything
had already been pre-orchestrated on the Other Side for the song to
the intended recipients on this side.
with the grief of losing their loved
one. All I can say, which is what I have said
from the beginning, is that I
believe this song came through me spiritually and no matter how
were brought here, by accident or recommendation, I have no doubt you
were guided to
do so by someone who "was" and still "is" important to
you. May you
find comfort, as well as your own special message, within "Until We're
originally created this website because I understood the importance of
"giving" this gift to others. However, I did not expect to
receive so many requests to buy the song, since I was already
allowing everyone to hear it for free!
Every day, I receive emails from people all over the world
telling me what a difference this song has made to them and, in many
the only thing helping them deal
Katherine J. Cochran