
Sacred Whispers
A young mother of three standing in the middle of her bedroom, sees twinkle lights much like fireflies that pepper the Midwest summer nights, coming towards her. Instantly she knew her husband was dead, within minutes the local police were standing on her front porch. An heirloom broach falls out of a bath towel that had just been used to dry her son after his nightly bath. Driving a stretch of highway where a loved one had passed away in car accident a favorite song of the