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The Llewellyn Journal

A Walk in the Park

This article was written by Heather Froeschl
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Eight years ago my newlywed husband and I were enjoying exploring the quaintness of our adopted state and found ourselves at an outdoor art show. It was a glorious fall afternoon, and the park was packed with vendors showing their wares. For Vermont, the event had drawn a good crowd of people.

I remember feeling so happy and carefree, walking casually about. I looked out ahead, people watching, and a familiar face jumped out from the others. A chill of what I thought was recognition ran through me, from scalp to fingertips and down to my toes. Some 50 feet before me was my first love-but it couldn’t be. He lived in New Mexico now. I knew it could not be him, but it was.

He was walking right to me. I suddenly felt at ease and strangely calm. I reached out to my husband, who was but an arms length away. At that moment I was stunned as my old flame walked, seemingly, right into me. I felt nothing but a wave of peace and contentment.

My husband had turned to see why I had paused, and I beseeched him, “Did you see that? That was Frank!” I turned to point out the “man” that had just passed, but he was gone. “He’s disappeared.” I felt a need to follow in the direction that “Frank” had gone. We ended up across the street from the park, in a used bookstore. It had been a huge house originally, and we wandered from room to room, browsing.

I felt that I was searching for something, but didn’t know what it could be. In a dark hallway was a single bookcase, filled with dusty volumes that time had forgotten; one of which called to me. I picked it out and opened it to find a pressed four-leaf clover among the pages. A chill ran through me once again as I read the title page: Natural Law in the Spirit World. I bought the book.

A week later I received word that Frank had committed suicide the very day that I saw him in the park. I believe that he had come to say good-bye and make sure that I was happy in my life, assuring me good luck with the four-leaf clover and trying to give me understanding of life and death through the book.
-Heather Froeschl, Roanoke, Va.


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