Signs of Life After Death: A True Story

My story began decades ago although I never knew it then. My mother made sure I would capture her last moments to share with the world. She encouraged me to write everything down. Poems, my thoughts, dreams. Anything you want to make concrete memories. She was spiritual. I wasn’t. Until the day she proved to me on her deathbed that we do live on after our physical body dies. It’s no accident that I went to school for journalism. She knew there would come a day I would put it to good use. God rest her soul until we meet again.