MY VISIT FROM BEYOND Christmas was to be a sad one for me and my family that year. My youngest daughter, Phyllis had been killed the previous summer in a horrible automobile accident. My other children, their children, and Phyllis's two boys had gathered at my house for Christmas, hoping, all of us being together, would make Christmas merrier.
The oldest daughter had purchased an angel figurine dressed in blue, which was Phyllis's favorite color, to be hung over the Christmas tree representing the spirit of her youngest sister. This angel had long brown hair and blue eyes as Phyllis's had.
After I'd tucked the two little boys in bed I was making a last minute check of the house before bedding down myself. Before I turned off the lights on the Christmas tree, I stood, with a heavy heart, looking at the angel and wishing Phyllis was still here with us. I began to cry.
I heard Phyllis's voice saying clearly: "Don't cry, Momma. Thank you for remembering and for taking care of my boys." The angel seemed to wink. "I'm blowing you a kiss. Take it to the boys.' I felt her lips on my cheek. I turned off the lights and went to do as she asked. My heart was lighter and we managed to have a somewhat merry Christmas, after all.

Patricia Vance, February 3, 1997


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