The Visitation

You have been thinking a lot about some of the past events that led you here. Would you like to talk about that winter day in 1983? Yes, I was working up on a roof by myself. It was a Saturday and I was a little cold and worn out. Then slowly, I felt a warm hand on my face. The feeling lasted for a minute or so. After the presence left, I felt energized. I worked vigorously for about twenty minutes and then realized that I should go. We were to have dinner with Bee's mother, Vivian. She was living with the Lazlo by then. Bee's Father, John was to join us there and we were all supposed to have dinner together. Vivian commented that it was odd that John was late. He was rarely late. I knew something was wrong and thought that Bee and I should drive up to his place to check on him. When we arrived at his home fifteen minutes later, the place was dark and quiet. I got out of the car quickly and suggested that Bee stay in the car, but she didn't. That is when we found Bee's Father laying in his carport. He had died of an aneurism. Of course there were lots of other details that I won't go into here, but we were both in a state of shock. You have wondered often over the years, about your experience with the warm hand on your face. Was it you, Jennifer? No, it wasn't me. Was it an Angel or the Spirit of my late Father in Law? I'm not sure that you will ever know.