There are times things happen in your life that cannot be explained, defined, categorized.. I was recently reminded of one such incident in My life (I have many more, but are FAR more personal, and only share in private with those honestly interested..) In the late 70's, or very early 80's, My Grandparents, Gran and Gramps, My "mom's" parents, went on their first vacation ever.. They loaded up Gramps' El Camino (I'm a Ranchero fan, Myself, but HEY.. Nobody is perfect, yeah?) with the camper shell, they headed west from Lima, Ohio.. They stopped in all the tourist traps heading southwest.. When they got to Tombstone, Arizona, they went to visit Boot Hill.. Gramps closed His eyes at the gates, wandered through the headstones, stopped, pointed down and said loud and clear.. THIS is where they buried Me.. When He opened His eyes, He was pointing at the headstone of Billy The Kid.. -I- can't explain it.. HERE, anyway.. He had never visited the place before, but was drawn unerringly to that location, and unwavering in His belief..
Proof of reincarnation, or just a simple coincidence..? I leave it to YOU to decide..
Dom
05/11/26