The River Home

It was a home on the river we lived . It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life. I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by . Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared . He was not there to scare or frighten , the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear. He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River . The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide . Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there . Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend . "This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "