Tap Once For Yes

Jacquie Parton

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You will read in these pages a hugely inspiring and joyful account of survival. This narrative presents extremely strong evidence that the human spirit lives beyond physical death and is able to communicate with and genuinely comfort those who grieve in this life. It is evidence that demands to be taken very seriously.But not least it is also a story of human courage in facing life's often terrible difficulties, and coming through them all with spirit unbroken and uplifted.

Sujets

• Philosophie et théologie

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 17 mai 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781907203800
• Langue: English

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Contents

Front Matter ..................................................... 3 Title Page ..................................................... 3 Publiser Inormation ................................... 4 Acknowledgements ........................................ 5 Dedication ................................................... 6

Tap Once For Yes .............................................. 7 hat Day ..................................................... 7 he Days Ater............................................ 16 he Funeral................................................ 32 Tap Once For Yes ........................................ 44 Beyond Belie.............................................. 58 Warning Sot! ............................................ 71 Ligting Up te Darkness............................ 83 hank You, Andrew .................................... 90 Believe Me ............................................... 104 he End o te Beginning .......................... 123

Back Matter .................................................. 136 About tis book......................................... 136 About te autor ...................................... 137 Also Available........................................... 138

TAP ONCE FOR YES

Messages from beyond deat

Jacquie Parton

Publiser Information

Dîgîta edîtîon converted and Dîstrîbuted în 2012 by Andrews UK îmîted www.andrewsuk.com

Jacquîe Parton © 2013

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Acknowledgements

Wît deep gratîtude to my partner Cîve or îs unwaverîng support and ove, and to my broters Tîm and Crîs, and teîr amîîes, or beîng tere.

Specîa tanks to my counseor Sîmone Brookes or er sensîtîve approac to a most unusua case, and to Mary Coînson or er tîme and efort, înspîrîng my conIdence as a wrîter rom te very begînnîng.

hank you Karan Pareyman, and Jean and Jack Wîîams, or never judgîng me. hank you Penny or îstenîng, and Wî and Cary or beîng Andrew’s rîends.

Dedication

hîs book îs dedîcated to Andrew, or gîvîng me te courage to go on by îs constant reassurance tat îe contînues.

hatDay

‘Love knows not depth untîl the hour of separatîon.’ ~Kalil Gibran

“Andrew, can you gîve me a quîck ca? Ok î you’re busy.” hîs was te ourteent tîme ï ad trîed to reac îm wît no response. ï was now more tan a îtte anxîous because Andrew aways eîter answered or returned my ca soonest, owever brîeLy, to aay my concern. As ï tended to my cîent, ï pondered a te occasîons în common wît many moters wen tere ad been a deay în contact. he înabîîty to rest or concentrate untî te amîîar voîce o your precîous ofsprîng resounded over te `pone, oowed cosey by te swît abatement o stomac-curnîng anxîety and razzed nerve endîngs settîng comortaby back înto pace. Andrew îved în a beautîuy urnîsed Lat ocated în one o te more saubrîous areas o Buxton. He îved aone, wîc aways ampîIed my concern because no-one oter tan îm coud answer, but to date my ears ad been unounded. hîs mornîng was dîferent. Abrupty, ï decîded agaînst vîsîtîng my next cîent, eeîng compeed to set out or Buxton îmmedîatey. As ï started out on te amîîar route rom Stoke, drîven by sometîng întangîbe ï coud not quîte atom, ï reLected on te nîgt beore. ïn te eary ours o te mornîng ï ad been awoken by a vîvîd îmage o Andrew’s ace seemîngy yîng Lat agaînst sometîng wîte wît îs eyes cosed. hîs was ten superîmposed by te meodîc tones o my `pone jotîng me awake. Scrambîng to answer ît, ï was extremey reîeved to Ind tat tere was no mîssed ca. hankuy, ï wrote ît of as a nîgtmare, as ï ad tougt ît to be Andrew caîng about some crîsîs tat mîgt ave occurred. ï went to repace

te mobîe back on my bedsîde cabînet, mîssîng te sîde, deîverîng ît unceremonîousy onto te Loor. he next mornîng, my partner Cîve came în to brîng me an enîvenîng cup o cofee (we ave snorîng îssues, so seep separatey). He asked wy my mobîe was on te Loor. ï tod îm o my dîsturbîng nîgtmare and te reîe ï’d et wen ï reaîsed tat tere ad been no ca. he mornîng contînued as any oter: aîr, cotes, breakast, more cofee oowed by a brîsk wak wît te dog around te bock and settîng of or work at my usua tîme o 9.30 a.m. ready or my Irst appoîntment at 10. ï enjoyed my work as a mobîe aîrdresser, a reresîng cange rom te dysunctîona word o socîa work ï ad et beînd some years beore. Greetîng peope wît a smîe, sarîng a cat and a cofee and eavîng tem wît a res ook and a urter bookîng. he tîme tat Andrew started work determîned te tîmîng o my Irst daîy ca. ï Irst caed îm at 11.50 a.m. At 12.40 p.m. ï et îm a message, and te tîme now was 12.55 as ï et te outskîrts o Stoke. ï rang Andrew’s ater, appîy setted wît îs new wîe Seîa o seventeen years în Buxton. “ï can’t reac Andrew, ave you eard rom îm?” ï asked anxîousy. Seîa, rater surprîsed at my ca, responded tat se adn’t but wîst ï was drîvîng over se woud contînue to try and contact îm. Cîve ten `poned enquîrîng ater my day oowîng my dîsturbed nîgt. He sounded a îtte perpexed as ï înormed îm o my abrupt cange o pan or te day; ï woud speak to îm ater. Drîvîng over te somewat barren moorand îs, îts beakness to me tat mornîng was temporarîy made beautîIed by te warmt o brîgt sunsîne. As ï entered te amîîar outskîrts o Buxton, stî not avîng ad a reîevîng ca rom Seîa, ï trîed mentay to artîcuate wy ï dîdn’t ee te înant curnîngs o rîsîng panîc. ï dîd not ee ï was reactîng în te amîîar way ï et accustomed to, but neîter dîd ï ee norma.

As ï drew up to te yawnîng gateway o Andrew’s our storey Vîctorîan buîdîng o newy reurbîsed Lats, my eyes e upon îs neaty parked motorbîke. Feetîngy reîeved at te act tat tere ad been no accîdent, my gaze ten ocussed on îs second Loor Lat as ï parked. Hîs spare room îgt was on, îs ounge curtaîns stî drawn. Now, te auntîng recoectîon o ast nîgt’s possîbe orebodîng premonîtîon payed troug my mînd. ï ad no key; ï rang a o te sîx întercoms to gaîn entrance, wît no response. ï raced round to an adjoînîng property, rememberîng a kînd o caretaker, a man Andrew sared îs bîke înterests wît - agaîn, no repy. he tîme was now 1.10 p.m. and Andrew was due to be on duty at te ote îmmedîatey beînd were e îved at 2 o’cock. He coud just be out, stayed at a rîend’s ouse, ost îs `pone; but no, prompted by my dark tougts ï rang 999. he operator answered în perunctory asîon. Stî a bît perpexed and a îtte embarrassed at my requestîng assîstance to ocate my twenty-eîgt year od son, not as yet mîssîng îs arrîva at work, te word ‘poîce’ presented îtse.

A young mae poîce oicer, îs veîce parked at te bottom o te awkward drîveway, meandered towards me. Hîs ace was a îtte quîzzîca as to wy ï’d caed te emergency servîces out as ï somewat awkwardy but neverteess wît convîctîon expressed my concern tat sometîng was very wrong. ït was dîicut conveyîng te enormîty o my ears as tere was no apparent precursor as to wy anytîng woud ave appened. ï dîd, owever, contînue to consîder tat just maybe e ad ad a braîn aemorrage or stroke, or tat maybe îs recurrent serîous mîgraîne ad transposed înto sometîng more sînîster. he tîme taken to decîde on breacîng te door turned înto a good tormentîng, teasîng orty mînutes. ï spent most o ît taîîng te oicer as e excanged radîo communîcatîons. A emae oicer joîned us, excangîng gances wît er coeague, îndîcatîng amost îndîference to my pîgt as ï împored tem to breac te door

îmmedîatey. ït was very apparent to me tat my growîng dîstress was quîte ranky aîng on dea ears. ït started to raîn, a passîng coud compoundîng te mîsery o my împotence. he resy paînted green ardwood door was unremîttîngy împervîous to my eebe attempts to sîp te ock wît my bank card - damn ît! Eventuay te contro centre ad ocated te caretaker wo urnîsed tem wît te access code adjacent to te door, reeasîng master keys. hîs was ît, as wît muc trepîdatîon ï ascended te carpeted staîrwe to Andrew’s Lat between te two oicers. he sunsîne troug te wîndow îumînatîng our tree sadows step by step to te Ire door eraded our arrîva at my son’s Lat. Hopeuy e woud be aware o te commotîon tat ad been caused and remonstrate wît me or avîng caused suc nuîsance; ater a, e ad just sept în! On te oter and, te Lat coud be empty because e ad stayed somewere ese. he tree o us stood beore Andrew’s Lat, anoter deay as te keys aîed to open a door barred rom wîtîn. Exasperated, as my oicîa companîons consîdered retreatîng to get teîr ‘bunny’ (apparenty, a term used or a batterîng ram), ï urged te mae oicer just to kîck ît în. Wîtout undue esîtatîon, and probaby aware tat ï woud ave done ît myse now at any cost, te boot o te oicer tudded agaînst te unresîstîng bue wooden door. he însîde bots, now broken, e to te Loor. he amîîar scent o Andrew’s avourîte pug-în dîfuser permeated and accentuated te sîence o te Lat wîtîn. ï cast my eyes et, te doorway open to îs spare room, te îgt on, îs bîke jacket and emet neaty paced amîdst te tîdy caos o temporarîy redundant objects and keepsakes. he batroom adjacent was empty. Sowy, myse stî between te two oicers, we edged our way up te narrow away. Hîs bedroom was next et, îs bed turned down as toug e’d arîsen în te nîgt; ‘probaby out ater a’, ï tougt. he kîtcen... straîgt aead... door open... notîng was amîss... but ten my eyes were pued dîrecty to te scar trapped purposeuy over te cosed ounge door.