A Christmas gift from beyond

My next plan was to tell you about my brother, Ben. But what happened Christmas morning changed my plan.
I awoke Christmas morning in my house alone and feeling very sad. I was remembering the Christmases over the past ten or more years I picked Ben up to have him in my home over the Holidays. I was feeling quite depressed and missing my brother. I guess I forgot to mention Ben died four years ago.
I finally pulled myself together and got in my van to pick up my Mother who has Alzehiemer's to spend Christmas with her. After I picked her up I got a whim to get my mail at the post office. I lingered in my van looking through the mail when a woman appeared beside my van. She was a complete stranger and she indicated she wanted to speak to me so I rolled down my window as she proceeded to tell me when she saw us in the van she was compelled to give me a message. She asked if the woman in the passenger seat was my mother and I said she was. The woman said there is a man who was especially close to me, someone who died. Puzzled, I mentioned my Father who passed 38 years ago. She said no, perhaps a brother. I crumbled into tears immediately as she proceeded to deliver a message she said was from him and it left me dumbfounded. She began by telling me he wanted me to know all that incumbered him here is gone. He is happy and busy. He wants me to know how grateful he is for all I did for him. He wants me not to be sad and when I am sad to think about.......and my mind goes blank of all she said he wanted me to think about when I'm sad. I cried as I listened to her speak for about five minutes. I told her I felt guilty for not being able to do more for him. She said he wants me to do something for myself. That I do everything for others and that I must do something for myself. She said he was given an opportunity to deliver a message to someone and he wanted it to be me. She said he sent guardian angels to help me for the rest of my life, but I need to let go and allow them to help. He wants me to stop and smell the roses, breathe, and not be sad. She told me he has a special place in Heaven. Strangely enough, when he was alive, I used to pray that God would give Ben a special place in Heaven because I knew this life couldn't offer him any fulfilment, happiness or freedom. It is very hard to remember all that she said and even put back into words much of what I do remember. It was such a shock. How could this be? Was she real? Was it a trick? What was it? Was it really a message from Ben? She could not have known anything of the things she spoke. Everything fit. All I can hope is that Ben is in an existance of freedom and happiness like she said he is. She said he had only a few short minutes then he would go and when she finished her message she would be gone. She never said her namd and didn't ask mine. This is one of the strangest things ever to happen. But I did tell her it was the best Christmas present I could ever get.
I will tell you next time about Ben then proceed with the life story.
Susan