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In Both Worlds

My proof of survival came through someone I scarcely knew, Eighteen years ago, Millie and Paul moved into the house  next door. Pleasant, bothering no one, they soon  became  neighborhood favorites.

Shortly after they settled in, grief left them stunned,  Their  youngest child, eight-year-old vibrant, pretty Nicole,  died suddenly on a  bright February morning. In 1998, I saw Nicole, although I didn’t  recognize her at  first.

While reading in bed, I looked up and noticed a girl standing nearby. As I  started, she smiled  warmly and put  fingers on her lips. She emanated such friendliness I instinctively realized she meant no harm. She reminded me of  someone; I couldn’t place whom, Slim and lithe, she had   smartly coiffed red-gold hair and a glowing complexion.

I stared,  fascinated and wondering, positive she came  from another world, but not scared at all.  In her  mid-twenties, she  had the  poise and chic of a high-fashion model,  Most impressive, however, was the deep contentment of  her expression, smacking of religious dedication. Obviously she was on a  mission and loving her role.

For perhaps half a minute, our eyes met. Then, moving  swiftly, she  wrote a couple of sentences on a white sheet of  paper and deposited it at my side,  not touching me.  There was a sense of an impassable gap between us. Drawing back, she vanished.  No fading-one instant she was present, the next, not. Ditto the paper.

When I told Millie of her visit she asked, “How was she  dressed?”

“In a sky-blue frock. A classy job. It had  fancy buttons.  Silk, I think.”

“She was buried in one like that.  And this is the anniversary of her death!”

“But why didn’t she leave a message?” I asked.

“Oh, she did, Wyn. She radiated God’s peace and happiness. Plainly she’s with him and also with us. What could  be better than that!”

Wyn Esselborn

Newark,  New Jersey

April 2000

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