The Other Dimension. Part 8. When God In Heaven Talks To Us.

My father, and Becky were very close. Although dad was troubled by the Second World War, somehow he would spend time with us, and with Becky in his elder years.

My father never drove cars. He only traveled occasionally around town on his bicycle. Sometimes he would visit a friend, or neighbor, or simply make his way to a grocery store to buy candy for Becky.

Dad spent seemingly endless time visiting, and talking to Becky. He would knock on our door to let Joann, or I know he had come to visit.

We always found time for my father to visit us. Becky would often say, " Grandpa is here. He's knocking at the door. "

I was not always able to sit down to talk with dad. I spent a lot of time either working long distances away from home at an oil refinery, or at a Nuclear plant, or perhaps in Joann's gift shop that I had built for her. I usually did my best to dust it, or to keep it clean for customers. Joann had her hands full with Becky. Sometimes she worked on taxes for customers. Even my mother was busy doing some sort of work in her house.

My father would sit down beside Becky, and talk about the war . Becky was very young. She did not understand anything about wars, or worried about grandpa's endless goings on about matters. All Becky wanted was to see her grandfather, and she enjoyed candy, or whatever treat he brought her. Grandpa could talk about fishing, or the war. It did not matter to her. Becky would just enjoy her candy, ice cream, cookies, snacks, potato chips, or whatever grandpa brought her. In fact my father would talk about the Roman Empire too, which was his favorite subject, and Becky would listen, or hand him parts to puzzles, then together they would create pictures . Becky was able to talk. She had a good vocabulary of fair words she used quite often, but my father did most of the talking.

For many years my father, and Becky would share their wonderful visits together. But sometimes dad would just simply go fishing. And fishing often meant long hours at a river for him.

By the river dad seemed to be at peace around nature. The river was the place away from war, battles, politics,even reality for him. Mom and I drove dad to the river banks often where he could live his life in peace as he fished for catfish.

Fishing was never and easy venture for my father. It usually meant that he would bring along his flat boat, sometimes his outboard motor, or perhaps even a large tent because he might decide to live outdoors for days. Dad had dark skin. The sun, the rain, the weather made his flesh rough like a real outdoors man. In the war he lived in the jungles , so the river was easy for him to tolerate. Sometimes I would see dad talking by a river bank. Sometimes I would stay for a while with him, but I was not built for the outdoors like his body was designed to do. I never saw any man stay outdoors as long as my father did. Some folks would go fishing with him for a short while, but when the sweat got thick, and the body oils began to soil the flesh, most of the fellows would go back home.

It was not easy to find dad in the early days. Mom , and I would ride to the country river in an old station wagon. I would flash headlights so that he could see me from a few miles down the river. Sometimes I would get lucky , and I would see a very dim light flickering as if someone was walking far far away in the woods.

Mom would usually wait in her car if I decided to meet dad in the woods. I was not wild about walking deep into the woods at night, but I always brought something for self protection just in case monsters would try to attack me which they never did.

I remember raising hell sometimes as I walked deep in to the woods because branches, mosquitoes, bugs, everything is attracted to a headlight, or a flashlight. Why in the devil was I doing such a thing ? I was not wild about the outdoors like he was. However the wonderful sound of his bucket with fishing gear in it was always a pleasant sound to hear because I knew he was not too far away when I heard metal things moving around, or fishing equipment coming into contact with limbs , or branches.

When I would finally find dad in the woods, I would return back to mom to make sure she was alright.

Sometimes dad would catch fish, and sometimes not.

Then one day, my dad went fishing for one last time. He died away from home. A massive heart attack killed him , and I was working at the time.

Becky has only used her legs to stand up only once in her life. No one knew my father had died, however Becky knew before any of us were told. There was no way Becky could have known that he died unless something spiritual had entered in her mind.

Before a neighbor knocked on my mother's door, Becky was raised to a standing position by either God, or God's angels . Becky stood straight up on her legs , and feet .

God is very real. Becky cried as loud as anyone on earth could ever cry in her entire life, and then her body that was totally tensed, and rigid , relaxed back into her sofa.

The knock on the front door moments after Becky returned to her sofa was to inform my mother that my father was rushed to a hospital. Dad had already died, but his body was on it's way to the hospital.

We believe that Becky was told by God that her grandfather's life was over, and that God helped her to cope with his departure.

Becky never cried again her grandfather. Becky never mentioned him ever again. It has been many years since his passing. Becky never once mentioned him ever. It was as if he had never existed in her mind at all .

The only thing Becky ever said about her grand father was, " Yes, I know all about it."

There was no way on earth Becky could have lifted herself from the sofa from her on strength. Becky's spine is not fully developed. There was nothing around Becky for her to pull herself up. Becky has never stood up on her feet in her life by her own strength.

We were worried that Becky would be lost without her grandfather ,but it was like he was never alive in her life.

God Bless Everyone.