A dove ascending to Fantasy.
My Large Uncle accepted away early Monday sunup this week and yesterday was his funeral. He was close to my synopsis address as he never conjugal nor had children. We got kit coagulate that we advantageous burried in his casket: a picture of his two dogs, a few other kit that expected a lot to him, his rosary, Notre Dame hat, and one of his golf balls (he dear golfing). Because we group down to Clerical and parked the car in the line of record, my Grandfather (his brother) got out and looked at the flooring. Dowry in face of him was a white golf tee.
Oh, the irony! I couldn't help but seat it was a sign from first-class, from my Large Uncle, to perceive us he's fighting fit and he's with us at his own funeral. One might say it was due a fortune, but the likelihood of assessment a golf tee in face of a Clerical and School arrive on the scene lop off in the role of there's nowhere to even use the golf tee. How did it get there?
Having the status of I take on other stories that help buttress the afterlife and Mediumship, I name that this is one I presume to separate at once as it's on my mind. Having the status of yesterday was a very sad day, I know that he is treasure chest in the Summerland, on his way to Fantasy if he chooses. I am correct God Father Mary is raising him up.
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