A few months before our beloved daughter Julie was to graduate with honors from the University of Georgia, she was diagnosed with a virulent form of leukemia. Stunned as we were, we prayed and worked hard toward Julie’s recovery for a year. But it was not to be. Before her transition, Julie bravely promised to be our guardian angel, always watching over us. She has kept her word and more. As we struggled after losing Julie, she enabled us to heal quickly through her constant, loving messages across dimensions.
This book is about Julie and the continuing messages of love and wisdom that we are blessed to receive from Julie, from my departed father, and from other soul mate angels. It also includes spirit communications other people have received from their loved ones that I came across in my research. Finally, it includes my thoughts and reflections on angelic communications, what we can learn from them, and the importance of being open to such messages.
My hope in writing this book is that bereaved readers at best will become open to messages from their own departed loved ones; and at the least, they will understand that their angels are watching over them and find comfort in that knowledge. For readers who are not bereaved, my hope is that they will be enlightened about the spirit dimension and eternal love connections and grow from this learning.
Excerpt:
It was early in our grieving process. I got out of bed to get a glass of water. As I stood in the kitchen, I felt myself fainting from fatigue and grief. The next thing I knew (my husband) Earl was asking me if I was okay as I lay flat on my back on the floor in the utility room, off the kitchen, but pretty far from where I had been standing. He thought he heard a noise and had come there and found me in that position. I was unhurt and did not even feel a bump on the back of my head. I knew I had not walked to the utility room nor did I sink slowly to the ground as I fainted. The only explanation was that Julie, my father, and other angels had caught me as I began to faint, moved me to where there was space enough to lie down, and laid me down gently on the floor. Knowing how closely they were watching over us, and the extent to which they went to save us, helped us greatly in our healing process.
Julie has often communicated with brief telepathic messages to save us from dangerous situations, especially while driving. But she also communicates this way in lighthearted instances. On a trip to Jekyll Island, Earl and I stopped at the Carter Center, where we had held Julie’s memorial services. We went to a pond to feed a Muscovy duck that was always near that area when we visited. This time it was nowhere in sight and I said to Earl, “It’s gone.” As we turned to go elsewhere on the grounds, I heard a voice in my mind: “Is it?” I turned back and saw the duck slowly emerging from bushes on the opposite bank. We laughed and waited as it swam across the pond and then fed it, thanking Julie for making us look again.
