My sister Joan took her own life on
March 8, 1997. She wasn't found
until the next day and I wasn't aware that she had gone when this happened.
The morning of March 9th I had
gone with my boyfriend Randy out to the land he was clearing in the country.
We were there most of the day, he worked and I relaxed. I remember
watching him and becoming upset thinking
about how painful it would be to part with him someday, really feeling it.
Before we left for home, we
took a walk through the woods, it
was warm, but the trees were still bare. As
we were walking I became suddenly insecure and asked for reassurance from Randy.
We stopped and talked for a bit and then decided to head for the truck.
When we were close to the clearing I
Randy and his dog continued on and when they were gone I turned around
and said "What?" . I
looked around and said it again. And again, "What is it?"
and then I looked up. Above
me in this bare forest was a beautiful canopy of white flowers with so many
butterflies and bees. It seemed so strange and then I realized it should not be
there. I said, "What is
this?" and I was afraid. When
I looked at the vines from the flowers I saw that the tree was old and dead,
it was leaning over. Tears
started as I stood there and then
more fear. I ran to the
truck and told Randy that I had
seen flowers coming out of a dead tree. We
got home a couple of hours later and
I got the terrible news that Joan had gone.
After I was able to calm down later I suddenly remembered the tree and it
made sense. Joan came to say goodbye, I felt her sadness and
she showed me that there definitely is life after this one.It bothers me
that most people want to rationalize the
gift my sister gave to me, but I know it was
her. Randy went back to find the flowering tree but
couldn't. Three years later he
still doesn't have even one flowering tree on any of his 15 acres.Thank you for
this web site and the opportunity to share my experience, the only one I have
ever had that I can recall.