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Another year, another tear
It has been eight years now since our son, brother, uncle, partner and friend to many had passed away on that fateful day January 1st 2001 or 010101.
I remember all to well the days leading up to Lee's funeral after the tragedy of Lee falling to his death from the multi-storey car park in Corby .
It was 9.15 on that night I was on the computer in my bedroom when I felt a distinct feeling of someone blowing the back of my neck, I suddenly turned and of course no one was there, all the doors and windows where closed as it was a freezing cold day.
After about five minutes I heard the telephone ring downstairs and the soft talking of Evelyn my wife, when suddenly I heard Evelyn scream at the top of her voice, " DENNIS" I flew down stairs and there stood Ev, with the telephone hanging from the flex. Lee had fallen from the top of the multi-storey car park in Corby.
That was eight years ago. On January 1st this year, we did what we always do myself and Ev, we headed for the Shire lodge cemetery in Rockingham Road Corby, where we laid new flowers, washed and cleaned his head stone, prayed and said some loving words to him.
The day before on New years eve I was fast asleep when about 3 in the morning I woke up freezing cold, I could see the white vapour from my breath, I could feel myself falling and thought it was Lee, when suddenly I came to an abrupt stop in mid air and my throat tightened and I was choking, I was being hanged, I coughed and struggled, I sat up holding my throat when Evelyn woke up and put the light on when suddenly it was gone, I was red as a beetroot and coughing, Ev looked scared to death and asked if I was OK she got me a drink of water , I looked around the room knowing it was someone trying to contact me but could sense nothing and slowly after a while I went back to sleep.
On New years day, the next day I was sitting at home chatting on the telephone to family abroad who I could not visit when in-between calls the telephone rang and a lady hardly able to talk sobbed and said, "My partner died yesterday", quickly I stepped in, I said "Don't tell me anything, as I can not give you it back as evidence, if you want a reading, no details OK" I heard a faint sob and the lady said " Are you the Psychic, Dennis" I said yes, the lady asked if she could come for a reading today, just then another lady came on the telephone and said " Sue ( the ladies name) is obviously heart broken, I came to you a couple of weeks ago, and you where amazing, Dennis she needs help".
What could I do, I agreed to see Sue later that day. At the appointed time, the door knocked, as I rose from the chair my throat restricted again and I felt sick, I answered the door and two ladies stood there, one with swollen red eyes and a hanky to her nose, I just said at the doorway, "Did he hang himself " Sue just stared and slowly nodded, she quickly looked at her friend who suddenly piped up, "I never told him anything Sue, you where there", anyway they both came in and sat in the living room and slowly he came even closer, giving many details and love to Sue. Nothing makes it right but when Spirit want their loved ones to know they are safe and well and do it with evidence it helps...but only a bit. Everybody deals with grief differently for me it was shock other members of my family needed more emotional support. Many people seek help through their Doctor, my wife did and also she found help with an organisation's called Compassionate Friends (support for parents following the death of a child at any age) 0117 953 9639, www.tcf.org.uk . Also CRUSE Bereavement Care 0870 167 1677. Samaritans a confidential support helpline for anyone in immediate crisis 0845 790 9090
I read a poem the other day and woud love to share this with you all, when you feel lonley or sad I hope this helps
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's
mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of another unsuspecting man.
If you have had any paranormal experiences in you home and you need the help of Northamptonshire's Paranormal Investigation Team, then please go to my website http://freewebs.com/corby_ghost_busters/.
Namaste
Dennis
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