Joanna Anderson Campbell lived the perfect life ... loving daughter and sister, loyal friend, faithful wife, and devoted mother. She was happy and content. What more could she have asked for? Life could not have been better. At least ... that's what she believed. Until she died. Can death teach the most valuable lessons about life? Jo Campbell is about to find out.
Chapter 8: Snow Angel
Soul, where are these memories coming from? I mean, I know they are my life and everything, but how do they get here? “Jo, they’ve always been with you. Just as I have always been with you. And I don’t want to sound like Glinda, the Good Witch, or anything, but recalling your memories is totally within your control. You choose what to remember when you want to remember. That’s what we do. Memories are like spider webs. They weave a magnificent gossamer web through our lives. Trouble is, we want to cut the bad memories away because they hurt us. But try taking a spider web apart. All of a sudden it all gets balled up together and sticks to you. Hell of a time making heads or tails of that mess. And that’s where you are, Jo. You’re untangling the mess. My job, right now, is to help you see the truth in those memories so that your heart is at peace. That’s all.” I’m distrustful for a second. Perhaps I’ve let my guard down and Soul is about to pounce with yet another unpleasant lesson. Yet, I allow myself to reach out tentatively. Soul, I want to trust you. But I’m afraid. Some of our time together so far hasn’t exactly been … well … pleasant. Again, the laughter. Echoing around us. Such lovely laughter. And I feel myself relax somewhat, if that is possible. And I laugh along with Soul.
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