Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Read Elizabeth Wilde's Story in the New Book, The Last Breath

 Read My Story in the New Book:  THE LAST BREATH

True Stories of Mediumship, Transition & Messages from the Departed 

"...You were so gentle. You fed her when she couldn’t feed herself. You always talked to her and made her smile when you brought the spoon up to her mouth, so she’d open it to eat. You were there for her all the time, in every sense of the word. You even made sure the cat was on the bed and the dog on the floor to keep her company when you left the room.”

He stared at me, mouth open, and gasped out a sob. “Are you—are you—like an angel or something?”

“I’m far from angelic.” I grinned at the thought. “I’m just—kind of like a sign language interpreter. Between two worlds.”

- excerpt from THE LAST BREATH
  story by Elizabeth Wilde

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