Childhood Tragedy Proves Life After Death

My mom and real Dad never even lived together. She caught him cheating when she was a few months pregnant with me and he was never around. She met her Soulmate when I was 3. He loved me as if I was his own and I called him “Daddy Mark”. He called me “Sunshine.” They married when I was 6, (they were just 25 yrs old) but six months later he was gone. They found a tumor in the back of his neck the size of a small lemon. I remember the last time I saw him like it was yesterday. We took him to the hospital the day of surgery. He said he wanted to adopt me and my last name would be his. I said yes! He was sitting on a hospital bed when we hugged and said goodbye. I turned around to look at him one more time. I think maybe I somehow knew i wouldnt see him alive again. The Veteran’s hospital called Mom to say surgery was a success. She went to visit him. They overdosed him on morphine. I was at the babysitters when it happened and my Mom called and asked the sitter not to tell me and if she would keep me a few days while my mom could get over the major shock before she picked me up and told me herself the news. I hated this babysitter. She had an evil Daughter my age who did terrible things like soak her retarded brothers with hoses then blame me for everything. The sitter always believed her and I would be punished and locked in a room. A few hours after my Mom had called, we went somewhere and the sitter had her evil daughter and me ride in the back of their truck that had a canopy on it. The girl said “Your Dad is dead!” I said, “no hes not!” And she said, “YES HE IS!” I said, “NO HE IS NOT!” She said, “uh huh I heard my Mom talking to your Mom!” I said, “shut up! No
he is not!” To which she began chanting over and over in a wicked voice, “your daddy’s deh-edd your Daddys deh-edd..
I covered my my ears and put my face in a blanket and cried because I knew in my heart she was right.
One morning when I was 8 yrs old, i awoke and sat up to see him standing in my bedroom doorway as if he were alive and he said, “hiya Sunshine!” But i was so scared i pulled my covers over my head and was afraid to move a toe until my Mom woke up. He was gone of course and I ran and told her what happened. She yelled at me for doing that and making him go away, and said, “you know Daddy Mark would never hurt you and now he probably wont come back!” Well Mom maybe you shouldnt have taken a 6 yr old to her Daddys OPEN CASKET funeral and even lift her up to see him dead. I was only 8 yrs old and he had been dead a year and a half. I would think that would be a normal reaction for a child. I have forgiven My Mom for everything. She too has passed on and has proven there is life after death. That story will be in another blog.

What happened to the evil little girl? She is in prison for the rest of her life. I’ll also save that for another blog…



My beloved Cat Diamond passed away on May 21st, 2016. He was only nine months old and had been battling Feline Leukemia. It was the most heartbreaking, Soul crushing experience I have ever gone through.

Diamonds Soul entered another cats body and came and found me two days after his death. The last thing I wanted was another cat. But here I was in the middle of no where at a friends friends property. I was sitting alone crying over him when this kitten appeared and stared in my eyes right through my Soul and started licking away my tears. I took a pic of him and he totally posed for it.

My friend and I went camping for 3 days and then went back to her friends property. There he was following me everywhere. I was closing a gate because we were leaving. I closed it and felt something on my feet. He had slipped out before I shut it and was sitting on my feet looking up at me through my Soul again. Of course I brought him home! Every time I would cry over the death (which I still did daily for months) there he would come running to lick away my tears!

The 2nd day after I brought him home I found him behind the laundry room door on Diamonds blanket with a far away look. Later that day when he again was licking my tears I asked “Diamond, is that you?” He looked at me then started kneading the blanket and looked up at me to make sure I was watching. Now I know cats kneading is very common but Diamond didn’t do it until he got sick. Aten has only done it a few times since but only on my neck!

My Sons 6 month old male cat Ceasar adopted Diamond when I brought him home at 7 weeks old and gave him his daily baths. My Luna cat is a snob. Our other 6 month old Toonces also played with Diamond and they had the same parents only the mother wasnt FeLV+ with Toonces.  Boy was Ceasar confused! He knew it was Diamond but didn’t understand what he was doing in that body and playing and not sick! Ceasar watched him all day from a corner the first day. Then they all played and he got baths just like before! Usually cats hiss at a new cat but they all knew it was Diamond! I asked again a week later “Diamond is that you?” He looked at me and whapped me across the nose as if to say, “Yes! Now stop asking me that!”

Both LOVE water! Both meow at faucets and even the tub for someone to turn on the water so they (he) could play in it! Both sleep with me all night every night same position. I also take a full dropper every day because I get very sick with kidney infections when I don’t. Aten (Diamond) must remember taking it because he comes running every time I take it and if I take too long to share (because I tease) he reaches with his paw and tries to grab the dropper! He still gets it every day!

The only difference between the two is looks (Aten has an 8 month old Sister identical to Diamond!) now his name is Aten pronounced ah-tin. He weighed 11 pounds at 10 months! Now at 15 months he is 13 lbs. Big, healthy and strong and a total BRAT! too!  I’ve just entered him to be on that TV show My Cat From Hell. He is so much a brat with so much energy we just laugh! He’s really from heaven. He’s just making up for the lack of energy and the things he couldn’t do the last few months of his last life!


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