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Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 15:05:19 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Diane Haddon
email diane-haddon.@juno.com
I don't know if this is a ghost story or an Angel on Earth but I would like to tell if you will indulge me.
My aunt Florence was a very healthy, very active 82 year old woman. She live in Arizonia and was learning to fly a small twin engine plane so she could take tourists on ariel tours of lake Havisu and London Bridge. Anyway, on Sept. 13, 1983, Florece came back from flying lessions and stopped at the local grocrery store. She made her purchases and while she was loading the bags in her car she fell down, dead. There was no evidence of disease, heart failure, or stroke. The doctors called it advance age and left it alone.
About three months after this incident my mother, Lill, was dignosed with cancer. She and my father lived in San Jose, Califoria and I lived in Los Angles, so I had to depend on telephone contact. My mom held up for three years before becoming incapacitaed and hospitalized. I was angry and frustrated because I did not know exactly what was going. I went to work the evening of Sept. 12, 1987, praying that I would be able to get an airline ticket to leave the next morning. Coming home at 10:00 pm that night I pulled into the turn lane, preparing to get on the freeway when I saw a flicker to my right. I turned to look and there sat my Aunt Florence in the passenger seat. She smiled at me and said " I had to go first so I could get things ready for your Mom, She is coming home, you know, and Papa Red (Florence's husband) and I will be here to welcome her. Don't worry, Diane, she is ready to leave." Then Florence was gone. I sat through a few cycles at the light before someone honked and I went on home. I remember going to bed around 11:00. I woke up at midnight to sounds of giggleing coming from my children's bedroom. I went down the hall and saw all three of them sitting up in their beds. "Guess what Mommy!" whispered Alan (he was three and a half at the time). "What?" I whispered back. He giggled delightly and said "Grandmommy was here to say goodnight!" Then my two year old daughter, Shannon, shouts " And you know what else!" "Tell me." I said. "She had WINGS." they both shouted togeather, while baby Eric clapped his hands and laughed as only a very happy baby can. I picked Eric up and sat down in the ro! ! cking chair, the other two sqeezed in next to me. The telephone rang about 20 minetes later. I walked over to it, picked it up and asked "when?" My Dad only hasitated a second, "12:01 a.m. September 13."