VOL. 2
ISSUE 7

Hi Everyone!

Hope you're all enjoying this glorious Easter morning. I'm sure my grandchildren are already well into their chocolate treats. Of course, more will come later today, when I visit with my family and bring more holiday goodies. Talk about a chocolate rush!

Well, I don't have a lot to tell you this month. As they say, "The best laid plans of mice and men..." Some things just have not gotten off the ground, but that's life and we must take the blows with grace and goodwill. Hopefully, things will improve.

If anyone you know needs an experienced, seasoned editor to work on their writing projects, please let me know.
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The story this month comes again courtesy of Shana, otherwise known as Moon Seeker. It tells the tale of a man who did not believe in an afterlife, but obviously discovered he was wrong.

Dad Lets Us Know Life Goes On

By Debbie
Cardiff, South Wales.

In 1999 my father rang me whilst I was living in Australia very upset because he'd been diagnosed as having a rare form of cancer. He was very upset because to him dying meant just that - dying!
He didn’t believe in any religion and definitely didn’t believe that there was another place spirits went to. In other words, he did not believe in heaven and definitely not in life after death.
When he was sick in the hospital, he would gain consciousness now and then and constantly chat about his life. This was when we all used to suggest that maybe there was some heavenly place to go to when you passed away.
He would always find this quite amusing and constantly say that, "If there was such place, which he doubted, he would definitely let us know somehow."
Sadly, I wasn't with my father when he passed away in his hospital bed. I was looking after my children and my nephews/nieces at my father’s house. But, I do remember that the doorbell rang at approximately 3 p.m. with the silly tune of "The yellow rose of Texas."
That was one of my dad’s favorite tunes, which he used to sing to the grandchildren.
When I answered the door, there was no one there. I thought it must just be kids messing around, shut the door and thought nothing of it. It was minutes later that I received the dreaded phone call from the hospital. I was told that my father had passed away. Still, the doorbell incident did not cross my mind.
The next day was an upsetting one for us all, but we still went over to my father’s place to give some comfort to my mother. It was as we were all in the room discussing the funeral arrangements that once again the doorbell rang. Again with the tune, "The yellow rose of Texas" and about the same time – 3 p.m.
Again, none of us considered it strange when we answered the door and found nobody there.

The next day about the same time once again the doorbell
rang with the same tune and again, no one really noticed anything unusual. They just thought there must be something wrong with the doorbell. It always rang and no one was there. But the strange part was that it kept sticking on the same tune (having 15 tunes to play). We finally took the batteries out, until we could get new ones.
The next day, every one of us felt the hairs on the back of our necks spring to life and felt very spooked when yes, without batteries, the door bell rang its tune again. Every one of us looked at each other in shock and silence.
My brother inspected the doorbell and checked in case someone might be at the door, but no one was there. When we all sat down and pondered the mystery of this stupid
doorbell, all of a suddenly we all thought of the same thing and started to patch things together.

1) The doorbell would ring about the same time dad passed away in hospital.

2) It kept playing the same tune every day (dads favorite to the grandkids).

3) He'd always promised to let us know somehow, if there was something after death?

When it dawned on us all that maybe, just maybe this could be something to do with dad, we all laughed and mom said out loud to an invisible person, “Thanks love. We understand now.”
Since that day, we've never put batteries in the doorbell, but since then, we have never heard it again. Was it just a coincidence or was it dad just fulfilling his
promise and letting us know that maybe there is something after death?

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Enjoy the day. As I always say, "Life is a gift, so enjoy the present!"

All the Best,
Martha