By Morning's Light by Ginny Brock

Author:Ginny Brock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: spiritualism, spirit communication, angels, death, life after death, souls, afterlife, paranormal, afterlife, parapsychology, healing, spirits, bereavement, healing, dream, true story, psychic ability, deceased
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2012-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

Photo courtesy Sara Bobbitt

Drew and Ranger on the jet ski.

At this time of year you can see pairs of Canada geese sailing down the creek through the cove, one on either end of a line of babies. They mate for life. I know from watching them all these years that not all their goslings will survive. By early summer a brood of six may have shrunk to two—or there may be only one left in their birdie family. There’s always danger out there. A snake or a snapping turtle … or something flies at you out of the blue and you can’t protect against it and next minute … they’re gone. Nobody escapes this stuff.

Occasionally I see a single mother goose who has lost all her young. She paddles endlessly up and down the creek for a few days searching. Searching for her babies. Or a replacement baby? Sometimes, she’ll tag along with another goose family. Maybe she just wants to be around someone else’s babies. I can relate.

Then I think about Karen and Michael. I have other babies and what’s more, THEY have babies of their own. Six of them. And that’s very, very good.

But talking to Mark for a few moments, hearing him remembering his friend, my son, was very good, too, and the evening didn’t loom monstrously long in front of me anymore.

When I got home it was getting dark and I turned all the lamps on and started a fire. The fireplace was looking scruffy from overuse this winter. I should have had it swept in November, but I’d forgotten about it. As a result of that mess-up, the minute I turned away from the newly lit fire, there was a sudden and awful whooomp, and flames went roaring up the flue, sounding like an express train in a tunnel.

I stood there frozen and then came unglued and went hurtling through the kitchen to find the fire extinguisher. There was no time to think, to call 911, and as I came charging back ready to fight the inferno, I heard footsteps walking through the living room and saw a shadow pass down the hallway.

The sudden fire went out as quickly as it had sprung up. By the time I got there it had died down and was no more than a single flame greedily consuming one of the three remaining logs. It was over.

“But who just walked through the house?” I asked out loud. No one answered. There was no one there—but I recognized those footsteps. They were Walt’s. Walt was here.

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