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Two things have happened in my life in the past year that have reinforced my beliefs in the “other side.” I have never been a big fan of organized religion, but I pray regularly and go to different churches rather than join one specific one.

After my divorce and moving every other year, I decided to make a “big change” and move out of the state. Now given that none of my friends would ever venture out of their safety zone this was a big deal. I moved closer to my son and grandchildren and started over, and did I mention I was fifty-five? It was tough, moved to Arizona and couldn’t find a job right away, moved in with my sister and my son for a while. Found the whole community sort of like a ghost town. Arizona caters to the “winter visitors” and not the people who live there.

After two years or so things started to settle down, got a job, landed in a place that I thought I would like. Then life started to happen. My father died, my good friend died suddenly, and I didn’t even find out about it until months later. Then last year I was going to work and an elderly woman of eighty-nine jumped the medium and hit me head on. I remember everything, including a man who came and held my hand and told me it was going to be okay. I had a broken sternum, two broken wrists, broken back, and bruises that after a year still have not healed. People tell me I am lucky; I say to them, “You’re lucky if you win the lottery!” What I was lucky for is the man who held my hand … I tried to find him after and couldn’t. I am convinced that he was an angel.

After all this, I decided that there is no place like home and being with your lifelong friends. I had no support group here so my daughter had to come and take care of me for weeks after, and it was a long recovery and I still am going through it. Just recently I lost my job and that was the last straw for me as I am preparing to move. My last story is about a spirit that I saw in my bedroom last week. I was between awake and asleep and opened my eyes for just a split second and saw a man standing at my dresser with his head down. He had long brown hair and suspenders on. I remember it clearly. What does this mean? I think it only means that when we get quiet, and in the wee hours of the morning between awake and asleep we can see them. They are there. It’s comforting for me to know this. I am not a religious person, so I can only speak of what I have seen and felt. I only had a second of fear but then I realized that as soon as I become fully awake I couldn’t see him anymore. Okay … you are going to say that I was dreaming? I know for a fact that I was awake for that split second.

There is something after this world, or other than this world. Someday maybe if we become a peaceful world it will reveal itself to us.    

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