Robert Van De Weyer, CELTIC PARABLES, Stories, Poems & Prayers
This particular day, I stopped, and looked at a white birch branch which rested on the colourful, leafy ground. For some reason this branch took on a special significance. It became more than just a part of this specific moment. It felt different, and yet it was the same branch.
So, this branch had been lying on the side of the trail for, who knows how long. It had, somehow, grabbed my attention, and got me doing some deep meditation on what had been and what now was. After-all, this branch, like so many objects, was a direct connection to when Sue was still alive.
When I spoke at the service, I mentioned that I had seen Sue’s spirit in a field.
Well, while I trudged through the field, which was covered in fresh snow, I was on the phone with my son. At the same time I was continuously trying to unwrap the leash from around Dominic’s legs, so I was rather busy to be seeing an hallucination.
You see, although I haven’t seen another ghost, I have had other strange, after-death experiences, and they were definitely not hallucinations.
I will mention one more event.
“Figures,” she shouted.
I still have some of these coins, and I could, if I so desired, deposit them in a bank.
By the way, Sue left no tracks in the fresh snow, and the trail I saw her walk/float up, was close to where they found her glove.
So, I’m going to rest my case. You can take it to the bank.