The family collected their favorite stories about the incidents during O. J.'s illness. We all were aware of hallucinations he'd experienced.
One evening as I was washing supper dishes, he called from the bedroom. He wanted me to see the show. Expecting to see a television show, I found him sitting upright in bed. The room was silent.
"It's Jimmy Rodgers' Band, " he said.
"I don't see anything"
"They are right there" he pointed to the double doors of the closet. " They are playing You are My Sunshine."
"My uncle Johnny is playing the banjo. Robert has a Jew's Harp".
I sat in the silence as he described a concert he had been to in Meridian, Mississippi when he was a teen. For almost an hour he described singer, songs, and instruments." His enjoyment was obvious as well as his annoyance at my not seeing it.
When it faded, he lay down and went to sleep. I never saw or heard anything, but had no doubt about the pleasure he had in reliving a memory.
The worse time was before he was wheelchair bound.
One night I wakened to find something uncomfortably hard at my side. I turned on the bedside lamp and found a very sharp 15 inch hunting knife. I reached over and shook O. J. and asked him about the knife.
He had wakened earlier he said and in the dim light from the bathroom saw a monster making a lot of noise. He found the knife and brought it to the bed only to find me sleeping. He put the knife there in case the monster came back.
The next morning I gave the knife to my son in law and purchased supplies to stop my snoring.
