EVEN THOUGH he no longer had his left arm, Barry could still feel an itch between the thumb and index finger of his non-existent left hand. I believe they call it the phantom itch.
But that was only the beginning.
Sometimes Barry would lie in bed, still half asleep, and feel a hand take his phantom left one and hold it reassuringly. He'd sit up and sense some sort of presence in the room with him, but the feeling would quickly fade. That, more than the itch, was making him crazy. If only he could touch her back.
Her? Did I say her? Then I'd better explain.
The presence Barry felt was that of his recently departed wife, Michelle — known as Mitch to Barry and close friends, like me. He was sure it was her. And if I was willing to believe that he experienced a phantom itch as well as some sort of phantom hand touching his, why shouldn't I believe that he somehow knew it was the phantom hand of his dead wife?
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