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The spirit of golf
I've always been fascinated with the supernatural. A few years back, I went to see a psychic. Although, I'm still waiting for that predicted trip to New York.
I had my palms read. That was before my anti-aging/wrinkle cream days. So it was a much smoother reading than one I would receive today.
I love movies and books that deal with the afterlife and different forms of energy.
And I'm not egotistical enough to presume that our earthly bodies are the only ones in this universe.
But until this past weekend, no matter how much I wanted to, I never truly believed in paranormal activities. Now I do.
As some of you may know, my brother-in-law passed away in July after a year-long battle with cancer. In his final weeks, my sister and her family talked about sponsoring a golf tournament in his honor. Those conversations cast a positive glow over all those trips to the ER, the bile bags and the chemo treatments.
And true to form, my brother-in-law participated in the planning, asserting his control over everything from the structure (creating blind teams) to the recipient of the funds that might be raised.
Well, that tournament just took place and there is no doubt in my mind that my brother-in-law was still in control, present every step of the way.
It started on our plane ride. We were stuck on the ground for over an hour while the flight attendants searched for the extra person on board. Of course, I knew who it was, but no one would have ever believed me.
My daughter had a nine-hour drive with two small children in the car. Their last hour was through a windy mountain road, notorious for deer appearing suddenly out of nowhere. Her cellphone died and she was down to her last few gallons of gas. And for the first time in her life, she actually prayed. Someone listened and she pulled into my sister's driveway safe and sound at midnight. I have no doubt who that someone was.
My brother-in-law's son, not really a golfer, won the putting contest.
His best friend took the trophy for the highest score.
My daughter came closest to the pin on the thirteenth hole, the one her uncle called his "nemesis."
The oncologist (yes, he came to play, too) won an entry fee for next year's tournament.
And after several Bloody Marys, I risked my life by getting into a golf cart with my eight-year-old grandson and my great nephew. They swore they knew how to drive. Driving me crazy, was more like it. I feared for my safety as we bumped along in a Mr. Toad-like fashion, without the security of the bars.
And no one could convince me that it wasn't my brother-in-law who saved us from going head first into that sand bunker.
You may be like me and need a little shove in order to believe, but once you get it, there's no turning back.
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Report Sun Oct 28, 2012 - 8:33 ambeautifully written and so true. Dutch was definitely present that day.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Sun Oct 28, 2012 at 8:47 am
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Report Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 8:59 amReally your blog is excellent. It's tough to sort the great from the bad sometimes; however I think you've nailed it. You are writing perfectly that is amazing. I truly astounded by your publishReply
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2 replies, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 7:13 pm
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Report Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 7:27 amI am not sure that those who died come back and mingle, I am not sure they don't. I do believe there are angels on earth who definitely act. And the thought they my love ones are waiting for me and are watching over me is certainly comforting.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 7:35 am
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Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 6:59 am
I mean think about it. We cannot be all there is. At least, that is how I have to believe.Reply -
Report Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 6:33 amI love reading this because I don't know if I believe or not but I hope that you are right.Reply
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Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 3:51 am
Hey Janie, This is just great! Love it. Any chance there are pixs of you on the golf cart?Reply -
1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:33 am
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Report Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 12:02 amWhat a delightful read!:) I am a believer, so I found nothing unusual about any of this, but it's always delightful when our beliefs are confirmed...what a beautiful way for your brother-in-law to let you know he was with you in spirit:) LoReply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:33 am
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 11:11 pmWhat a wonderful story, Janie. I'm not surprised your b-i-l is watching over all of you. Despite writing paranormal fiction, I tend to be skeptical, but when my dad died earlier this year an alarm that had never gone off before or since went off twice the night he died, including at the time he actually passed away. So... I can believe lots more now!Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:32 am
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 10:35 pmGreat story, Janie. Although nothing like this has happened to me, I've read enough and watched enough on the television to believe in the paranormal anyway. What a cool way to have a tribute to your brother.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:31 am
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 10:24 pmWonderful story, Janie. Thanks for sharing. I am also a believer and have no doubt Dutch was there with you all. Some of your images really gave me chills...good ones. What a nice, fitting tribute.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:31 am
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 10:15 pmI can't speak with any authority on an afterlife, but I see lots of strong evidence that your BIL lives on in the hearts and minds of the people who loved him. Wherever he is, I'm sure he's extremely proud!Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Tue Oct 23, 2012 at 5:30 am
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Report Tue Oct 23, 2012 - 1:54 amVery nice great so nice!Reply
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 10:04 pmI was very blessed to have been at Dutch's tournament to enjoy the beautiful warm weather and incredible people that attended. I thought it would be a sad occasion but all around you could feel Dutch's presence and it was a good, happy feeling. My life, and my children's life was blessed to have known Dutch as briefly as we did as he was an incredibly kind, genuine man.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Mon Oct 22, 2012 at 10:12 pm
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 8:40 pmThank you for sharing this beautiful story. Of course BiL is with you and coordinating the golf tournament. After all, it has his name on it so all will go as he wants. My son passed last Dec and is with me as I write this. I can feel when he is near and when he's off doing other work. Angels don't really sit around and play harps, unless ttheir job is playing harp in the universal orchestra.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Mon Oct 22, 2012 at 9:10 pm
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 8:16 pmWhat a warm, heartfelt story, Janie! I am so touched by this that I am going to link this to my Facebook page for all my friends to see. Thanks for sharing this. (And hey, whenever that trip to New York is...take me with you!)Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Mon Oct 22, 2012 at 8:35 pm
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Report Mon Oct 22, 2012 - 7:38 pmHow cool is that? So glad the tournament turned out to be fabulous and a way to reconnect with your brother-in-law. I too, am a firm believer that those who pass on are with us. When my brother died, his bed-bound mother asked for a clock he had in his living room. It was a wall clock equipped with a pendulum. At my brother's house, I removed the pendulum and taped it on the back of the clock, then carefully wrapped the clock in several towels. When I got home, and brought the clock to his mother, I couldn't find the pendulum. I checked my car, the towels, and couldn't find it. I was heartsick. She kept the clock and hung it without the pendulum. About six months passed. I was getting a new car and before the dealer took my old car away, I said I wanted to 'say goodbye' to the car and make sure I hadn't left anything behind. I got in the driver's seat and looked around the car. Then I turned and looked in the back of the passenger compartment. There, smack dab in the middle of the seat was the pendulum to the clock. I'd had that car washed at the car wash at least six times. The discovery of the pendulum was my brother's doing - no doubt in my mind. Thanks for the good story and reminding me about my brother!Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Janie Emaus on Mon Oct 22, 2012 at 8:35 pm
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