Post by Susan Peabody on Apr 16, 2024 17:06:58 GMT -8
Frank
Susan Peabody
Despite all my happiness, I still longed for a special companion. Then I met Frank. He was the first man to really love me and want to take care of me.
Unfortunately, twelve years into our relationship, Frank died. The next day I went to the mortuary in tears and said, “I cannot afford to cremate him.” Anthony, the mortician, looked at me with sympathy and said, “Tell me more about Frank.”
I then I told him that Frank was a professional drummer. Anthony sat up in his chair and said, “Maybe the Grammy awards will pay for the cremation. They have a program for that. Do you have any proof that he was well known.” “Yes,” I replied, “I will send it to you.”
The next day, I brought Anthony a copy of an article that a famous music magazine had published about Frank. It talked about how good he was and his one hit record. Anthony smiled and said he would get back to me.
A few days later, Anthony called and told me that the Grammy awards program would pay for the cremation and the urn. They explained that I would have to pay for the funeral. So, I went home and prayed for more money.
The next day, the police knocked on my door and informed me that my car had been totaled by a drunk driver. I was upset because the car had been a gift from my sister Nancy.
I decided to accept God’s will about this and go back to looking for money. A few days later, the insurance man came to look at the car. He told me that it could not be repaired and that he would bring me a check the next day. I was sad about the car, but thrilled that I now had the money to pay for Frank’s funeral.
The funeral was very nice. A lot of people attended and we gave Frank a great send off. I was sad and happy at the same time. I had been able to provide a nice funeral, with Frank’s peers in the music industry, but I was now without a car. But God came through me again, and a week later, my son Karl bought me a new car.
A few months later, I was missing my beloved Frank. A voice in my head said, “Go for a drive in the country.” This is something that Frank and I did at least once a week. Our favorite part of the journey was seeing the wild turkeys running across the road and trying not to be hit. They ran really fast. It was fun to watch.
I drove out to the countryside. It made me sad and I said to God, “Is Frank alright? Can you send me a sign?”
Ten minutes later, I saw some wild turkeys running across the road. I slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting them. Then, to my surprise, the last turkey stopped right in front of the car and stared at me. He did not run away. He just looked at me in the face for a full 30 seconds. I was amazed and said out loud, “Hello, Frank.”