Mary Gunn’s story

Just sharing.This is Mary’s story.

February 20th,2020

Last night I made a joke that some of my friends did not understand. I said no more politics , let’s talk about religion. It could have started another fire storm, If I offended anyone i apologize. I don’t have a church but I do believe there is much more than this life. I believe this deeply because of what happened to me after my husband died. One night after Jim died I was awaken by the smell of pipe smoke in my bedroom, Jim smoked Captain Black tobacco. I woke my daughter and asked her to come into my bedroom. As she entered my room she asked if I had been smoking Jim’s pipe? I reminded her I buried the pipe and tobacco with him. Next I was watching TV ans a bright light came in through my glass doors I looked and was shocked to see Jim standing there looking at me. I did not see Jim stand much because he had MS and spent his last years in a scooter. He looked at peace and beautiful all of the illness was gone from his face, He asked why I was so sad? I said because you are dead my love.

Mary’s story continues,

Part II February 21,2020

PART11… After Jim’s visit, my girls and I were watching a movie on TV. We took a break to run to the kitchen and get drinks when we returned the channel had changed , we had a different movie. Jim and I had watched the grandkids while my daughter was in nursing school and we became very close to the children. After Jim’s death when they came to visit, every time they walked passed the garage door, it would open and close all on it’s own. My son was freaked by this, I think he felt Jim too. It times I would wake out of a sound sleep and feel him in the house. I was never afraid. I had the door man come and check the garage door, he found nothing wrong, I had the cable man check my cable, he asked if we had a been hit by lighting. I said there is no lighting in Oct. no we had not been hit. All that was wrong with my cable was I had a big power surge go through my lines and needed to reboot all of my cable boxes. Remember in part 1 I said the light coming through my glass doors?

Part III

Part 111 After were married we lived in Jim’s mobile home for a while. He wanted to move out in the country , I did not. Cincinnati was about as small of a town I wanted to live in. I would move to a small town now. We found a lovely ranch house on 8 acres 5 miles from a major mall. It was just perfect but I didn’t know it at first. Being a city gal I was nervous not having neighbors nearby. We owned the house for 3 months before I agreed to move in, Jim always got his way. I spoiled him. We shared 700 ft driveway with others houses but the last 1300 ft were ours. There were woods and a small bridge over a creek up on a hill was our new home surrounded by woods and a field. around the house was cleared and a lawn. I learned to relax and loved the home, He was ill and we never spoke about it but we knew our time was limited. He started to have a personality change with outbursts of anger. I called the MS association and asked if this happens they said no. No was not acceptable, i made

Part IV

This is what I preach how important our stories are,Val Whitewolf Heike

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I'm Val's Whitewolf Media YouTube Channle and I write here on WordPress. I read books and instill others how importand writing stories readers down. in readers their stories matter.I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words.

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