Death

The next time I woke up the Doctor was there, he told me that my gallstones had erupted and punctured holes in my stomach and my intestines spilling boil threw my body. He said I should be dead. God must have favored me on this one. I told him; you have no idea.

A few years latter my husband was killed in the line of duty. He was a police officer.

My children and I moved away from all that. We traveled by car until it broke down.

With no money left we staid in a homeless shelter, this is where I met a man that seemed to have glow about him. He helped me and my children go from one place to another by bus. At each place we stopped there were people waiting for us. They fed us put us in motels and put us on the next bus heading to Michigan, we started in Utah. We broke down in Montana. When we were put on the last bus and he called my family to tell them of our arrival he parted from us. He did tell my family his name and where he was headed to. He also left me with a picture of himself, his old ID card.

After we rechecked our destination we waited a week and then tried to find the man to tell him thank you. We were informed that there was no way he could have helped us because he died in1962, when a horse stomped him to death. This was before I was even born. My Grandfather said it was an Angel guiding me to my destination. I left it at that. My children and I were safe.

A few years latter I met my present husband, we lived in a house the nabobs said was haunted. Well I felt comfortable there. Some time the lights would get turned on after we turned them off, cabinets would open and shut with no one in the room, small things.

But in 2001 some thing went very wrong; there was a lot of electricity in the air. A lot more activity from our ghost. Then it happened I was woke up by a women’s voice telling me he will die if you don’t get up now, hurry wake up, wake up now. I woke up and rolled over, my husband said he had sever heart burn, the voice said his heart is stopping, help him. I jumped up and grabbed his shoes and put him in the car. We went to the small hospital; I yelled my husband is having a heart attack help him. He thought it was heart burn but it was in fact a full blown heart attack. After he was stable they said I saved his life because it was just starting when he arrived. The ghost saved him. I call her his guardian angel. Any time there is something wrong with my husband and he doesn’t want to tell me I know because she tells me; and he knows she tells me.

But I know I’m not crazy, and it is not for me to ask the reason why, just accept it.