My Father Told Me This Story
My father told me this story.
The day my father died, the ceiling opened up and I saw my mother.
She was coming for Dad.
Did anyone else see it? I asked.
I don’t think so.
When my mother passed I visualized Dad coming to get her.
This comforted me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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