A Once in a Lifetime Experience
Truth is stranger than fiction
Death is an odd concept to understand. I have certainly had my share of grieving and heartbreak from losing someone dear. We all have. Yet, death remains a mystery to most. Who can say what exactly happens when it holds out its hand to you? After all, it is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. But I have always suspected there is much more to death than meets the eye. As in, I don’t think we simply disappear or fade away. Energy is something to be reckoned with.
Let me tell you about a strange occurrence that happened when I was a child.
NB: I recently wrote — the day I may have met my birth dad. Well, this story is about the people who adopted me, from when I was six months old, not my birth family.
At Home With Mum
I was about eight years old when a lot of shouting shook our household and shortly after my dad left to start a new family with another woman. From that day on I never saw him again. Divorce wasn’t common so I was a little embarrassed to talk about it at this school. Being a Catholic, marriage vows were meant to be taken seriously.
However, children have an amazing capacity to just get on with life and that’s exactly what I did. I had an incredible imagination so spent time in play or reading…
