In 1996, My husband` passed away, and my oldest daughter took it really hard. She had never been much of a reader, but something told her to start reading books about life after death.
She started going to bookstores and reading all those books.Once I asked her, “What are you looking for?” She replied, “Mom, when I find it, I’ll know.”
A few months later, she asked me to come over because she had something she wanted me to hear. She told me she had started to read The dead Are Alive by Harold Sherman, She didn’t even finish the first chapter before she knew this was the one she was looking for.
The books tells you how to speak to the dead on a casette player. The funny part is, a few weeks before my husband died, he had given her a cassette player.
At the time she wondered why he would give her something like that- she had no use for it. She put the tape player away and forgot about it, until she read The Dead Are Alive.
She took out the tape player and decided to see what she could get on it, if anything. This would be a good time, since her husband was at work and the children were all in school.
The house was quiet and she hit “Record ” on the tape player. Not really expecting to get anything, she was in total shock when she played the tape back, only to hear her father speaking to her:
“Hi Chris, I’m happy. It’s so beautiful here- you have no idea. Our life is just a whisper. Don’t grieve for me, my daughter. I love you.”
Since then, we have made many tapes, and we have heard from many deceased family members, Sometimes it’s just a “Hi.”
We accept this as a gift from God -One that we treasure.
Somerville, New Jersey