On our way to PH we drove through Roscommon. That is a small backwoods town that we once had kin in. My great aunt Margie lived there with her family. I felt like it was really important for us to find the cemetery and pay our respects. We found the cemetery and set out to find the family graves. We had on our ghost hunting equipment and with 100% certainty, we had a family member guiding us. At one point I was talking and explaining who I was. My device suddenly says, Nancy. Yes. Nancy is my mom and she was very close to some family there. It was just a great experience and once again confirmed what I already know- there is life out there beyond what we can see and hear.
We had a lovely dinner and visit with the aunt's, minus the awful heat. It was just miserable. We are all grown adults now, yet we sat at the "kid's table" and enjoyed our time together.
The heat is supposed to break tomorrow, so fingers crossed and stay tuned!
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