he was gone before he hit the floor. I am so thankful he didn’t have any pain, and of course our trip. He couldn’t talk about anything else since we got back.”
Now I was crying, too “I am so sorry, honey, how are you doing? I was so praying I was wrong, and when I didn’t hear from you on the tenth, I thought maybe I was wrong, and Jerry was fine.”
The strength had returned to her voice, “I thought about you every day, but I couldn’t call you right away. I needed a little time to work through everything, but I’m doing much better now. I have good days and bad days, and I don’t know why, but there is a part of me that wishes I hadn’t known Jerry was going to die. I want you to know that, now after everything, in my heart, I understand why you weren’t supposed to tell me, and I’m sorry for making you do it. I just wanted to thank you for being honest with me, even though I wish I hadn’t known.”
I still think about Sila. Her reading, and her experience, taught me so much about the true value of time spent with the people you love, and how truly priceless a few small moments can be.
I received the gift of understanding priorities, and that nothing in life can replace love, or time, and that we have the potential to learn our greatest lessons, during our deepest moments of despair.
When I think about Sila, my heart is a peaceful place now. I think of all that they shared, and how truly blessed they were to have each other, for over thirty years. I know that Jerry visits Sila often, and that now she knows for certain, he never really left.
7
The Bookie
For many years, I had friends that owned a dental supply company. It was 1979, and they carried the dental porcelain I coated my very long nails with so they wouldn’t break.
Their office was located in an industrial park in the San Fernando Valley. A nondescript series of five, small corrugated metal warehouses, strung together by a common walkway and delivery ramp. They were nothing fancy but highly functional, all housing wholesale businesses of one sort or another.
On several occasions, they mentioned that a friend of theirs wanted a reading. They told me he was a nice man
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who owned an electrical supply company in the same industrial complex.
A few weeks later I was running out of dental porcelain, so I called and said I was coming by to pick some up. When I arrived, we sat in their office chatting over coffee.
They reminded me about their neighbor’s ongoing request for a reading, asking if I had time, since I was already there.
Before I could answer, the husband grabbed the phone, and said, “Let me see if he’s next door right now.” He was instructing them to bring me over.
We finished our coffee, exited the delivery door at the rear of the building and turned right. We walked two spaces down and entered their friend’s business.
Nothing seemed unusual, however I immediately felt a very peculiar energy in the place. There were ten or twelve tall metal shelving units, about six feet long, all on an angle to the right. For an electrical supply company, it was so immaculate you could eat off the floors. There were boxes, all of identical size and proportion, lined up on every shelf.
It struck me that for an electrical parts business, this place was exceptionally clean, unusually quiet, and as orderly as a library. There were no customers digging through the oddly identical boxes, nor did there appear to be any employees.
We walked past all the shelving to a small, rectangular, glass enclosed office. It was located in the left rear of the building with a bird’s eye view of the entire place.
A short, chubby man, with thinning gray hair, in a polo shirt and cardigan sweater, sporting sans-a-belt slacks, emerged from the office. He looked like he had just stepped off a golf course. Well into his sixties, and standing no more than 5'6" with a Humpty Dumpty-type body, there was a kind, rather grandfatherly air to him
My friends left
Now I was crying, too “I am so sorry, honey, how are you doing? I was so praying I was wrong, and when I didn’t hear from you on the tenth, I thought maybe I was wrong, and Jerry was fine.”
The strength had returned to her voice, “I thought about you every day, but I couldn’t call you right away. I needed a little time to work through everything, but I’m doing much better now. I have good days and bad days, and I don’t know why, but there is a part of me that wishes I hadn’t known Jerry was going to die. I want you to know that, now after everything, in my heart, I understand why you weren’t supposed to tell me, and I’m sorry for making you do it. I just wanted to thank you for being honest with me, even though I wish I hadn’t known.”
I still think about Sila. Her reading, and her experience, taught me so much about the true value of time spent with the people you love, and how truly priceless a few small moments can be.
I received the gift of understanding priorities, and that nothing in life can replace love, or time, and that we have the potential to learn our greatest lessons, during our deepest moments of despair.
When I think about Sila, my heart is a peaceful place now. I think of all that they shared, and how truly blessed they were to have each other, for over thirty years. I know that Jerry visits Sila often, and that now she knows for certain, he never really left.
7
The Bookie
For many years, I had friends that owned a dental supply company. It was 1979, and they carried the dental porcelain I coated my very long nails with so they wouldn’t break.
Their office was located in an industrial park in the San Fernando Valley. A nondescript series of five, small corrugated metal warehouses, strung together by a common walkway and delivery ramp. They were nothing fancy but highly functional, all housing wholesale businesses of one sort or another.
On several occasions, they mentioned that a friend of theirs wanted a reading. They told me he was a nice man
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who owned an electrical supply company in the same industrial complex.
A few weeks later I was running out of dental porcelain, so I called and said I was coming by to pick some up. When I arrived, we sat in their office chatting over coffee.
They reminded me about their neighbor’s ongoing request for a reading, asking if I had time, since I was already there.
Before I could answer, the husband grabbed the phone, and said, “Let me see if he’s next door right now.” He was instructing them to bring me over.
We finished our coffee, exited the delivery door at the rear of the building and turned right. We walked two spaces down and entered their friend’s business.
Nothing seemed unusual, however I immediately felt a very peculiar energy in the place. There were ten or twelve tall metal shelving units, about six feet long, all on an angle to the right. For an electrical supply company, it was so immaculate you could eat off the floors. There were boxes, all of identical size and proportion, lined up on every shelf.
It struck me that for an electrical parts business, this place was exceptionally clean, unusually quiet, and as orderly as a library. There were no customers digging through the oddly identical boxes, nor did there appear to be any employees.
We walked past all the shelving to a small, rectangular, glass enclosed office. It was located in the left rear of the building with a bird’s eye view of the entire place.
A short, chubby man, with thinning gray hair, in a polo shirt and cardigan sweater, sporting sans-a-belt slacks, emerged from the office. He looked like he had just stepped off a golf course. Well into his sixties, and standing no more than 5'6" with a Humpty Dumpty-type body, there was a kind, rather grandfatherly air to him
My friends left
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