By Carmela Worner
It was difficult for me to do the editing of the manuscript, “Messages From the Other Side,” (mostly because tears kept clouding my vision). I’m sure it was even harder for my sister, Kathy, to re-type it and get it ready for publishing and harder still for my father, who lived it and wrote it. Reading it again brought back a lot of bittersweet memories for all of us. But it is such a beautifully written work, and gives so much comfort and hope to families who are mourning and grieving for loved ones who have passed on. It just had to be done, and I am so thankful to my sisters—Kathy and Nancy— for taking on the job of re-publishing this and Dad’s other writings. I am also thankful for my Mom, who helped with the writing of this book.
The story begins one beautiful autumn morning in October of 1986. Mom and Dad were anticipating starting out on an upcoming vacation. They were planning to visit relatives in nearby states, and also do some genealogy research. Dad was carrying the luggage out to the garage to pack in their small car. As he was wondering how to fit it all into that tight space, Dad “heard” a message. “A mysterious voice” told him that on the way home from this trip something would happen that would change their lives forever. This message was accompanied by a deep feeling of dread.
Dad had experienced another message similar to this one, many years earlier, when he was in the military. At that time, the message was positive and hopeful, and foretold a promise to rescue him from gunnery school, which his superiors had decided to send him to without his consent. The promise was faithfully kept, and Dad never had to go to gunnery school. Instead, he was returned to his previous assignment as a ground-based radio operator.
This new message also proved to be true. As foretold, on the last week of their trip, Dad and Mom learned that their son (and our brother) Bob, had cancer—a malignant tumor was positioned near his heart. It was already reaching out and grabbing lung tissue.
When Dad first received this distressing message, he didn’t tell anyone about it, not even Mom. He tried to discount it; to tell himself that he was imagining things. But after receiving the disturbing telephone call from Bob and Beth (Bob’s wife), Mom and Dad were catapulted into an abyss of grief, despair and heartache. That’s when he told Mom about the message. We sisters (Nancy, Kathy and I) were to learn about it later, when Dad recounted his experiences to each of us individually; when the weeping had somewhat subsided and he could speak coherently again.
Other messages came to Dad, in various ways. A vision of a stream of water drying up, accompanied by the ominous words, “This is the stream of Bob’s life.” A dream of the song, “Vaya con Dios,” and the whispered words, “This means goodbye to Bob.” However, none of these messages offered the solace of hope that Bob’s life would be spared—and it was not. We all prayed relentlessly for a miraculous healing for my brother and none came. But Dad writes it so much more eloquently than I. Here is an excerpt from Chapter 5:
Memories of the enjoyment of that warm summer night came back to me like echoes from the other side of a deep chasm. The world I wanted to be in was over there—beyond my reach. As in a nightmare, I had been separated from the time and place where I belonged, and I would never be able to get back. Mentally and emotionally, I was still trying to get back over that impassable void into the complacency of a more serene universe. But the wings of prayer had not yet transported me across that line of separation. Unless God came to my aid, as He did when He rescued me from gunnery school, I would never again know the peace I had enjoyed before the prophetic message came to me.
A cold wind was blowing and a fine mist, stinging my face, brought me back to the present troubled time. The frigid change of weather was alien to what I had come to expect in Alabama in the month of April. Suddenly we had gone from spring back into winter. Life itself can change as quickly as the wind.
Dad couldn’t understand why he was being given these messages that seemed to portend the death of his son. If “Someone” knew that Bob was going to die, and went to the trouble of communicating this to him in mystical messages, then why didn’t this “Someone” also tell him how to save his son’s life?
Bob passed away on May 15, 1987, just two weeks before his only child, a son, was born. Shortly afterwards, messages of another kind began to come to Dad and Mom—consoling messages—messages of healing, hope and love. These messages have convinced us that death is not the end.
When you read his book, “Messages From the Other Side,” I think you will agree that true healing can come even in the form of death, and that our loved ones don’t really die. They just move into another, separate reality. It gives me hope that someday we will all be reunited with those we love on “the other side.”
I am telling you before it happens, so that when it happens you may believe that I AM. (Jn 13:19)