Wendy's Special Appearance
by Sharon Throop
This story happened through a third party, our neighbor Mary's daughter-in-law, Pam.
Wendy died in November of 96, and Mary's son, John and his wife Pam came to spend the holidays with their family across the street from us in December of 96. Of course, we celebrated nothing, and were just happy to have the time off work so as not to have to deal with the outside world, in what should have been a joyous time, but had become a season of despair for us.
In December of 97, our neighbors asked us to come over to their house to celebrate the New Year a bit early with a small party of just-family. I agreed out of friendship, but was still really not a party person at all, and was determined to try very hard to just not ruin it for others. I was doing a good job, I thought, when I was sharing something about Wendy and describing her, when Pam (the daughter-in-law), grabbed my hand and tears started to come to her eyes. I thought, Oh boy I have done it now...and tried to quickly change the subject, so as not to ruin this nice get-together with these dear friends. Soon after, I was preparing to leave, but my husband was in deep conversation with John regarding *work issues*, so I excused myself and went home. When I was home a very short time, my hubby called and told me NOT to go to bed, that he had something to share with me that was very important. He would not tell me on the phone, so I stayed up, but was really so tired with trying to maintain through this evening.
When he arrived home, he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He began to tell me what happened after I left the party. Pam had come up to him and said *please don't leave till I talk to you in private*....
She started by telling him that the year before, in December of 96 when they were here visiting their family that one evening when John and she had gone to bed, she was woken up by something. When she opened her eyes there was a young girl in the room. At first she was very frightened and tried to wake her husband John, but he would not wake. Then the girl began to talk to her, but not through the lips, through the mind. She told her that it was extremely important that she *Please tell her parents that she was so very sorry, she just didn't know what she had done, and it was not their fault, that she couldn't say enough how sorry that she was, and on and on regarding this fact*...The whole thing probably lasted less then a minute, but Pam never forgot it. She was not sure who it was and kept it to herself for a long time.
When I began to describe Wendy that evening at the party, she knew immediately who it was that she had seen. You see she had only met Wendy maybe once as they live out of state, so this was a real shock to her. And, the room that Wendy appeared to her, well Wendy spent lots of time over at their house when she was a little girl, as they watched her for me for snow days and after school, it was like a second home to her, and Mary was her special *grandma* and spoiled her like crazy. Mary was only upset that she was NOT in her room that night, as she wished that she could have seen her.....
So, why do you think it took Pam a year to tell us this story of her event? I think possibly that had she told us a mere few weeks after Wendy died, we would not have believed her. Or maybe we were meant to know more about ourselves and Wendy before this was revealed to us, but none the less, when she told us, it gave us both a great deal of peace, to know that she goes on. We have had other *signs* as well, like hang-up phone calls, lights that have gone on in outside buildings, occassional dreams (love these:), and music playing on the radio to remind us of her, just as we are truly thinking of giving up.
What I would like to conclude with here is that sometimes we just have to sometimes really *see* some things, and not write them off to just coincidence or wishful thinking. For those of you that are traveling a similar journey thru this life as we are, I wish you peace on this road that we now find at best, bumpy, and at worst, the most pot-holed lane that could have been chosen without our consent. God Bless you all..... 
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