Dedicated to my sister who has long inspired me from the Spirit World
New Year's Eve 1970
(The Darkest Day of My Life)
Excerpts taken from Visitations & Conversations, Carole Bromley, 2019
It wasn't long after leaving Highgrove House (sheltered housing) and moving into our new home that Christine and her fiancé died in a fatal car crash. New Year’s Eve,1970. My sister, just eighteen years old, had become engaged to her boyfriend, Colin. I was happy, we were all happy, especially since my parents had gone through a nasty separation and awaiting a divorce.
A Discarnate Voice
Standing in the living room, I was startled when I heard a voice that seemed to come from next to me, yet no one was there. The voice said, “Say goodbye to your sister she’s not coming back.” I ignored the voice believing it to be my imagination. The voice repeated the words again, “Say goodbye to your sister, you won’t see her again.” Something wasn’t right, mostly because I felt uneasy. I felt uncomfortable. The voice that spoke to me was not a whisper, neither was it distorted in sound. It was as clear as a whistle.
I blamed myself for that ghostly voice, I thought it was me thinking horrible thoughts, when it wasn’t. The thoughts and the voices were not of my making, and I never told anyone about the voices or what I heard. I didn't say anything because I was scared. I was scared I would be blamed for the tragedy and what happened. The voices seemed to go away for a while.
Make them so you can share them
Make them so your loved ones can see them
Make them because you will need them
Making Memories for My Sister - Because I Can
Every life can continue to go on without a person you loved, love, and will always love.
The only difference is, they stop making memories with you.
What continues to matter when someone you love transitions to the Afterlife is how you make your own memories matter for them to love.