The Rescue...

Okay, I did say that I would tell the story about how Rich rescued Chloe in his ethereal form and so on.
I'll try to remember the details and follow through with some excerpts from the other related post.
The story went something like this:

Chloe had gone to NY to see her (then) boyfriend (of two months) sometime last august or thereabouts.

The guy was a bit on the possessive side, psychologically unbalanced - add a little insecurity masked by physical brawn..etc...etc..Type A -macho personality. The only difference between the average macho-moron is that this one came from a very wealthy and "ultra-waspy" Connecticut family - Basically, he was edu-ma-cated with a substantial trust. And the cherry was that he was extremely good looking and fashionable. Yikes, that's a tough one for a young lady with limited experience to resist.
Of course if it were me, I would of pegged trouble within the first sentence...shit, at this point in my life - all I need is to do is look at a dude and I know everything I need to know. Men are pretty........ transparent and nobody can ever convince me otherwise.

So....Chloe is at the guys place on the upper east side. I guess they got into another ridiculous argument stemming (no doubt) from his insecurity. In a very psycho-weird way, he told her to "get the fuck out" of his house. She was scared, hurt and called me crying because she didn't know what to do or where to go and it was pretty late at that point - I then told her that I would call her right back. I called my mom, who happened to be in NY that week and she told me to tell Chloe to get a cab and go to the house, my mother would be waiting for her.
We didn't hear from Chloe for about an hour so I called her. I tried several times but, she didn't pick up the phone - I was starting to get a little nervous. Finally 2-3 hours after the initial call, she called from the elevator. She told me that he woke up and asked her where she was going? She said to her grandmother's house - his response was.."what the fuck are you talking about- you're not going anywhere" and he then blocked the door.

Chloe had said that she was never so frightened than at that moment and all she wanted to do was escape and get to Yaya's house, where she would be safe.

- Now this is where it became a little "otherworldly" - After I called Chloe back, I immediately called on Ghost-y Richie and told him that that I needed him to go and protect his daughter because I was sensing some kind of danger.

Then....back at the apartment -

Chloe lunged forward to push the guy out of the way and all of a sudden her dad appeared right behind the guy. As soon as she pushed, Richie pulled and the guy went flying across the room. BTW, this all happened in a nanosecond. Richie then smiled at Chloe, put his hand out for her to grab and they walked out of the apartment. Needless to say, she was in shock for two reasons: She wasn't sure - did she just push or throw this 200 pound man across the room? and her father, who was dead....was standing right there (looking very much alive) and smiling at her.
The following is from a previous blog describing the experience with her father, after she walked out of the apartment.
The next day, my sister drove Chloe back to Vermont. That evening, Chloe had a had a minor psychotic breakdown while she recalling everything that had happened, that night.
I put her to bed and she began to relay her experience sobbing with grief as she described how her father had come and rescued her. She did not leave out a single detail as to the nature of their conversations, how he looked, how he felt and how she couldn't stop touching him to see if he was really there.

She kept describing his ethereal yet seemly visceral presence and she even explained in detail - the warmth and texture of his skin. She noted that time had changed and that it had oddly slowed down. In fact she remembered that during the actual 10 minute cab ride - time got funny and it kind of stopped.

I listened to every single word, every breath - feeling her every emotion and absorbing every detail - as I was getting goosebumps. She kept saying things like " Mom, he looked so handsome and I could feel him, his hand was warm...I was holding his hand and it was warm...We were talking for hours, even though I knew that time was weird or different..All of a sudden he made a joke about something and started laughing but I didn't think it was funny, at all ...I know it was only minutes but ...it was days" over and over again. She remembers when the cab turned the corner onto 11th street with my mother frantically waiting for her outside of the house. Richie smiled and told her that he had to go, he told her that everything was going to be okay and that she was safe, he told her that he loved her very much. She said "Mom, I held his hand so tight and begged him not to go...I held him with all my strength and then all of sudden he just gently pulled his hand out, kissed my head and said "I love you, Chloe", he smiled and then just like that, he was gone. Later, I told my mother the story and she said that couldn't figure out why the cab driver looked as white as a ghost or scared or something.

Anyway.......
At some point, while I was sitting on her bed - something changed in Chloe's demeanor, which kind of startled and frightened me.
All of a sudden her eyes became her fathers eyes, her heart became her fathers heart and all the pain and fear he had experienced during his last hours started pouring out of my daughters mouth, like a waterfall.
I couldn't move, I was stunned.....as the goosebump wave chilled my entire body.

She started to describe what her father had experienced in detail, during the last 12 hours of his life. The experience was so accurate and I thought "there is no way she could know any of this" - the children were never told any of the horrible details that led to his death. I kept the worst hidden because at that time, it would of been too painful for any of them to bear - they had been through way too much already. I was the only person in the family who knew every detail (I still am, somewhat) and as with the children, I protected Katrina as well.

At some point, I couldn't deal with what she was saying...it was so scary and real. I finally called Katrina to come downstairs and sit with her - I had to leave because I was freaking out.

Katrina told me that Chloe fell asleep 15 minutes later. The next day I asked if she remembered what she had told me and she didn't even know what I was talking about.
That's all.

The next story (when I get around to it) will be about what Rich did during his wake in NY...this one is a doozy and we all witnessed it.