Back when I was in my twenties my first husband and I lived in a huge farm. Below us lived an elderly man and his wife. Both were well into their eighties. The man was related to my husband. He didn't have any children of his own. I use to go down and visit with them often. Often at times I would cook supper for them. I, of course, was fond of them and they me. Now my in-laws were not too fond of me. The elderly man wasn't too fond of them. He used to tell me, all that they had said about me. I suppose after he got to know me. It upset him; they had said such things about me. I would go out of my way to help them. I did this not because they had asked me too or out of hope of some kind of gain.
Anyway, the man had terminal cancer. He use to comment on the house I lived in. He loved it especially the way the kitchen and front room, were laid out. He died in the wee morning hours of Feb, 1998. The morning before he died I had been the last to bed. So I was the one to make sure everything was closed and locked. I KNOW, yes I know without a doubt. I closed and locked my front room and kitchen door (which both led to the outside). I first looked my front room door then turned and went into my kitchen and locked it. My front room and kitchen were side by side rooms. Straight through rooms actually.
The morning the man died. I got up to go to the bathroom and realized it was very cold in the house. I thought maybe my heating had quit working. So as I was finishing up my bathroom visit and getting ready to check the heat the phone rang. I went an answered it. As I reached for the phone. I realized why the house was so cold. My front room door was open. When I answered the phone. The elderly lady that lived below me said, "I just wanted to call you and let you know that Allen passed away this morning at about 3 0' clock." When she said that I sat down in a chair that was facing my kitchen. That's when I saw that my kitchen door was also open and as was the storm door to my kitchen door.
I suppose some may disagree with me. But I can't help but feel that Allen had passed through my house on his way out of this world.
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