The ability to learn doesn’t end when you pass over to the other side. My father learned how to manipulate a computer and the printer. Life on earth he was a printer, knew typesetting — he took those skills with him and added on. My husband was very good with cars on earth. Not only did he take those skills with him, but added on.
A few days after my husbands death, our middle daughter thought she should drive back to the mountain. Her car worked beautifully here in the city. It took my husband to many appointments and treatments. The day of her planning to travel, she moved it closer to the house in order to make it easier to pack. Loaded, ready to leave, the car wouldn’t start. She needed a new battery.
Recently two mountain roads where closed because of accidents. My daughter needed to go to the store so she took a seldom used road. Half way down the mountain her oil light came on. She pulled over to the side and phoned her husband for help. He brought oil but the car REALLY DIDN’T NEED IT. He checked out the car but everything was fine. My daughter drove back home to wait for a better day.
When she told me the story, I reminded her that her father was helping her again. He didn’t think she should be traveling . I’m sure I have written about this before. It has surfaced again because:
We came back from the camper — over a hundred mile drive on Wednesday. Thursday I went to Aldi’s shopping for needed items. Friday I went shopping at Trader Joe’s. I was already planning my next big shopping trip for next week when the weather hopefully cooler off. Arriving home, my son noticed part of the car was almost dragging on the ground. I suggested he take it to the mechanic around the corner. He came back without the car. It only needed a bolt which they weren’t going to charge us for but when they put it up on the rack they noticed I needed front brakes.
It is extremely humid and the temperature is heading for the 90’s. My weight is UP!. I don’t do well in the heat. I guess I’m supposed to stay home. Thanks Honey. I’m so glad you are taking care of me!
Wandering With Spirit 
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