From: Marigail Roberts <robott@theramp.net>
To: Linda C. Partak <lindy@theramp.net>; Jeannie Gebhardt <jjgeb@prodigy.net>;
Subject: Re: Revelation
Date: Saturday, January 01, 2000 6:59 PM
Linda, this recurring dream is the same one I have about dad, only he was
sitting at a picnic table in the woods. It always happened again...the heart
attack. When Bob was in Kuwait, he always told me he knew his grandpa was
riding across the desert with him. Always there when we needed him, but he
couldn't stay.
Marigail
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>From: "Linda C. Partak" <lindy@TheRamp.net>
>To: Jeannie Gebhardt <jjgeb@Prodigy.net>, Gob348@aol.com
>Cc: "A. J. Parker Real Estate <ajparkerher@msmisp.com> sharon k. bearce"
<sbearce@ameritech.net>, dhelle@din.or.jp, hellelj@TheRamp.net,
hellep@netins.net, JMRizer@aol.com, charlesh@uniserve.com,
robott@TheRamp.net, director@extremezone.net, Bob Helle <rhelle@avalon.net>
>Subject: Re: Revelation
>Date: Sat, Jan 1, 2000, 7:42 PM
>
> Gob348@aol.com wrote:
>>
>> OK, Sharon, Just One.
>>
>> When I had my heart attack three years ago I was laying in the hospital room
>> and my minister came in to see me. He had this little vial of water he got
>> from the Sea of Galilee on a recent trip to the Holy Land. He used it to
>> make the sign on the cross on my forehead. Anointed if you will.
>>
>> After he had left I picked up my Bible and began reading at random. I often
>> do this to let God show me where to read. (Try it, you will be amazed!).
>> The passage was pretty exciting. It read "And he who is anointed shall be
>> healed." As you know, I was. When my family gathered in the room I asked
>> my son to read the marked passage aloud. It was one of the most stirring
>> moments in my life.
>>
>> Dwight.
>>
>> Now I promise to behave and not tell anymore Holy Ghost Stories. For a while
>> anyway.
>
> Please Dwight don't stop telling your stories, You know how much I enjoy
> your writing. Since Bob doesn't want to tell about our experience, I
> guess I have to. Strange about some of my stories, there is someone
> else with me.
>
> After Dad died, we were all at Marigail's house. We were making
> preparations for Dad Wake and Funeral. Pretty tough time as most of us
> know. We needed something from my house. Don't remember what it was.
> Bob(my brothter) and I left in my car. As we were going down the road,
> we saw Mom and Dad's gold colored car. They had a hub cap of on the
> right side of the car. Not only did we see the car, but we saw Mom and
> Dad in the car. They were young, around 35 or 40. Looked wonderful.
> They looked at us and smiled. Bob said, "Do you see what I see."? I
> hollered, " Yes, and I am going to follow them." We sped off chasing
> them down the road, with Mom looking back at us and waving. They pulled
> into a local grocery store and we pulled up right next to them. Out
> stepped 2 old people. Did they look at us like we were nuts.
>
> We went back to Marigail's immediately. Of course Mom, Marigail and
> Jeannie were there. Bob and I were both running off at the mouth like
> there was no tomorrow. They thought we were nuts. But, we saw what we
> saw. Jeannie became very aggitated and left. We were all under such
> strain.
>
> Several months later I had a very strange dream. I was near my old
> grade school, next to St. Columba Church, the Church I had gone to all
> my life. (This experience is a difficult one, but I see it very clearly
> even after all this time.) Dad was standing next to the building
> talking to me. Suddenly he started to have a heart attack. It was
> horrible. He was asking for help. I was trying to help him. I
> couldn't. I kept saying, not again Dad, Please not again. And then he
> was gone. But he really wasn't. He was in a green van, looking at me.
> He was young again. Just like the day Bob and I had seen him. He said
> to me, "I love you Baby, I am okey, I will see you later".
>
> I believed him. Was it just a dream. I have always believed it wasn't.
>
> After Mom and Sheldon were married, Sheldon was always talking about
> their blended family. We had a joke about what to call him. Someone
> came up with Dunkle. Thinking of Sheldon as a Stepfather was
> impossible. We had such a wonderful Dad of our own. None of us felt
> Dad was even really gone. Sheldon remained in our minds as of beloved
> Uncle. But this blended family was a realty.
>
> One night I again had a vivid dream. I think dreams where you can see
> and feel the hair on your Dad's arms are pretty real. Dad was sitting
> in our old house in Retz Addition. Mom and Sheldon weren't there, but
> Bob was sitting in the living room with him. I said, "Dad what are you
> doing here"? He said, I just need to tell you, it is okay that Sheldon
> and your Mom are married. They need each other, but I am your only
> Dad."
>
> The next day I called my Mom and told her about that dream. It was
> never brought up again about Sheldon being our Stepdad.
>
> Now, I must tell you, whenever I have a dream about Dad, I feel his
> presence for days. I figure this is his way of staying in our lives.
>
> Okay, that is enough of this story telling from this end. Did I leave
> anything out Bob. Please fill in the pieces for me. Linda
>
>
