posted on Feb, 13 2008 @ 04:04 AM
KingLizard. A most moving and touching story.
My own somewhat flagging faith was restored by my own experiance just over a year ago. A freind had passed from cancer after a two year fight, I was
driving home from the funeral, listening to Dvorak New world symphoney on the stereo. The weather was dismal, snow, a little sleet, just generally
yucky...add to that a bit of depression (I hate funerals), and I was one sad case. I was about halfway home when things got strange, the snow and bad
weather stopped, the clouds on either side kind of rolled back, and went from that nasty snow gray to a kind of silverish gray, the sun burst through
behind me, lighting up everything around me, two grain elevators turned a shade of gold you only see in dreams. This is when things got a little
weird, though that isn't the right word. I felt two presences in the car with me, and it was like a hand was resting on my shoulder, so clear I felt
I could have reached back and touched it. Along with the touch, as clear as if a voice had spoken, came the feeling(?) it's gonna be ok. To this
day, and to my dieing day, I will always believe that my freind and my mom, who'd passed from cancer several years prior, had come back, if only
momentarily, to comfort me.
Why me? I'll spend the rest of my days trying to figure that one out. I don't think I was THAT depressed. Sad? Yes, indeed. Michelle was/is one
of the sweetest people it's ever been my pleasure to know. Of course, I feel the same way about my mom. It would be just like them to do this for
someone. Which leads me back to my original question: Why me?
This was merely a glimpse, if that, of lies beyond this mortal life. Certainly not as grandious as yours KL. But profound for all of its brevity.
Thanks for posting this.