My son was busy
So I drove my grandson, a hyper eleven year old prodigy,
To basketball practice, at a local college, He entered the gym, I stayed
At the lobby watching television, An hour into the practice,
He came out for a brake, a drink of water and to see how I was doing,
I continued watching television.
After a while I nodded into a deep doze, I was disoriented when a Handyman
Rattling a bunh of keys, woke me up, all the lights were out,
He inquired, what I was doing there so late? I explained, I had escorted my Grandson, to basketball practice, He said sorry pop, Everyone is gone,
Oh Lord! Where is my grandson? I ran outside, the area was isolated, My car
Was gone.
I remembered it was very cold, when we arrived, now it seemed it was much warmer, It was still dark, Darker now and very late, a low moving fog, was crawling into the area, One can see the mist, moving slowly near the corner street light, As I walked away from the college, the handyman waved goodbye, he retured into the building, making a log entery of the incident.
In the morning, when The Head custodian arrived, he read the log book, as he did every morning, this time, He grabbed the log book and marched right into the Dean's office, So the Dean may read this one special report, after reading it, the Dean lowered his head, closing his eyes as if in prayer,Shacking his head, from side to side, The head custodian asked him, "Sir who was that old gentleman"
The Dean walked to the window, looking out for a moment, that seemed like an eternity, He turned to face the Head custodian, almost in tears and tried to explain, that the old gentleman, was his grandfather.
He passed away, in our lobby, one night, some twenty years ago, while waiting for me, during one of my basketball practice, when I was a kid.
INTERESTING AND ENJOYED. ACTUALLY I THOUGHT THE GRANDFATHER WOULD WAKE UP AND FIND THAT THE WHOLE THING WAS A DREAM. I LIKE THE TWIST, THANKS WILLIAM. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
William I really enjoyed reading "Still Searching" and found it rather interesting! I am glad that I stopped by! be encouraged.
Much Love,
Margaret
Reviewed by 000 000
12/8/2008
This story touched me as I believe it true..and it may be true....somewhere. This is a normal occurrence many do not understand or want to. Of visits and angels and happenings.
Reviewed by Sophia Ann Montoya
7/29/2008
I read several of your stories. You write with a gentle rhythm, very pleasant. Thank you for visiting my page. How did you happen upon it? A friend of mine (Eileen Granfors-published writer) was unable to find my page even though she was the one who recommended that I join authorsden.com. If you are so inclined, I have other stories posted on my BLOG at www.NextCat.com/SOSO. Wishing you a variety of dreams that turn into great stories.
This is a very good story. I wrote a silly poem about a ghost in my old computer. It is a photo of a ghost. It can't be seen at normal size but enlarge it enough and there is a boy standing next to my daughter. There were no boys around that day. So there is a ghost in my laptop. We can't explain it any other way...Regards JDM
"Sniff", this is so touching! William, you re a great writer! This really touched me, and the ending is right on cue to make the reader smile in surprise!
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