June 6 1944

That day has been in the news a lot and it brought back a few memories of my Mom and one of her nephews, He never made it off the beach that day.

She told me in later years, before she passed away, that they had been close, he was the son she never had (her only son died at birth).

He among many others in the Howell, Shinall and Abernathy families went to war. Some came home and some did not.

Some died horribly later in life ,and some lived to a ripe old age.

Back to the story of DDay . Mom worked at Bell Bomber Plant in Marietta, home of the B29 that helped end the war.

She slept during the day, that day she had a visit from Paul, he was walking in a forest, so beautiful and was telling her, not to worry he was fine. He had not made it to Europe, and wanted her to know.

Mom never talked much about her visions and the blessed things like this that happened to her. Very seldom would she tell you how she knew what was going to happen or how she knew.

Needless to say she was Irish decent. Her grandmother came from the old country.

She was loved by many and died young. 58 years old .

I was expecting my 2nd child and she died in May and he was born early . June 24 . He was due around July 12th, so on that night I looked up to see her standing by the bed.

Like a nut case , I asked what she was doing here.

She was so beautiful, not all ravaged by the illness that had taken her in May. The light behind her was shining and she smiled the smile of angels.

She looked at the baby and smiled again, disappeared and I have never seen her since. Nice to know you have an angel in the family.