Posted July 23, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
It was the first roof-top wedding at the resort. The day was sunny and warm. The guests were gathered, waiting for the sunset ceremony. A bee buzzed around. The groom said, “It’s been here all afternoon.”
While reading these words, “Although physical bodies pass away, Love is eternal. We recognize and welcome all […]
Posted June 18, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
End-over-end ‘rattling’ came from the dryer. She assumed her husband had left a coin in his pocket.
She opened the door: the dryer held only one pair of athletic shorts and two tee-shirts. Nothing with buttons or zippers or snaps to make the noise. She fished the items around, but found no […]
Posted April 9, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
Her most frequent snack of late was mandarin oranges. She was driving on a four-lane road, when—on the dotted line in her lane—she saw a single mandarin orange slice.
Recognizing it as odd, she missed the message of a visit from her husband until the very next day (on a different four-lane road!) […]
Posted April 2, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
She and her grandson were driving in her car. He was working on his homework, and asked her to turn the radio off. She did, but a block later, the radio came back on!
When she would get into her car, she noticed the bright lights would be on. She knew she never […]
Posted March 26, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
She had a back brush she would use to scratch her back when it itched. She kept the brush on the floor next to her bed.
One night, soon after her husband died, when she turned down her bed, the brush was in their bed!
This is my simple religion. There is […]
Posted January 30, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
Following her husband’s death, she found seeing it too painful, so the helium balloon he had given her was put in the guest room, out of sight.
On the anniversary of his passing, though deflated for many long months, that balloon re-inflated and floated out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and […]
Posted January 23, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
Adjusting to the passing of her brother included her move to Florida.
She was delighted by the Sandhill Cranes, but naïve to the connection with her brother until one particular crane that had consistently followed her around in the yard pecked at a glass hummingbird she had placed in a flower pot until […]
Posted January 9, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
This man’s memory of his having being saved by a horn honk is still alive after over fifty years. He writes:
I was driving north on Bayshore for a date with my then-girlfriend. The speed limit was 55. Traffic was, as usual, heavy. I was listening to the radio and pretty-much lost […]
Posted January 2, 2016 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
She went swimming one day, and as she was looking at the clouds, she thought, “I should have asked Chrissie when she was alive, that once she passed, I would know what that sign might be.”
So she thought, “Okay, Chrissie, just give me a sign, any sign.”
As she was driving home, […]
Posted November 28, 2015 in Sacred Stories By Debra Basham Sacred Stories
It was rainy, cold, and dark—exactly how she felt—when she saw the deflated helium balloon on the ground in the park. Her heart was filled with grief and disdain as she grabbed the trash and tossed it into the back seat of her car. She had made the long (out-of-state) trip back to […]
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