I Wish I Could Sing

A Ghost Story of Grief, and One Heavenly Encore

🎃 Halloween is my season of joy, even more than Christmas. I let my imagination run wild and see yards becomes stages. I adore the costumes, the cleverness, and the way kids light up as they dash from party to porch, chasing candy and magic. Around here, we don’t just decorate - we conjure a whole haunted yard!

The Michigan wind is picking up, and it howls through the trees as if it was part of the show, and the ghosts? Oh, they’re screeching on cue. Winter’s breath is creeping closer, but for now, let’s revel in the mischief and mystery. And please - let’s talk about anything but politics!

Dabbling in the Paranormal

One of my first paid writing gigs was a staff writer for TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) Magazine. In case you have never heard of it, it’s the publication to go along with the original Ghost Hunters on television.

My assignment was to come up with “true” stories of the paranormal - ghosts, sightings, aliens, haunted places, etc. There are so many out there, and even if you don’t believe, many do and what they have experienced is real to them. It was a fun job for me as I am very much interested in metaphysics and all it entails.

One of my first stories was close to home, involving my husband’s uncle. I hope you enjoy it, and it takes your mind off the real haunting we are experiencing every day with this administration.

I Wish I Could Sing

Bobby had just landed a gig with his band in Tennessee. It was their first real break. But they were worried because they didn’t have a strong singer.

“I can’t sing,” Bobby told his dad, voice low, almost ashamed.

His father had heard that tone before, the quiet ache of wanting something you don’t believe you deserve. Bobby had always loved music, but he’d never believed his voice mattered.

They never made it to the show.

Driving through the mountains, the car slipped off the road and went over a cliff. The whole band was lost in an instant. Dreams shattered.

Bobby’s dad Bob, lay in bed, consumed by grief, the weight of loss pressing into his chest like stone. He had been weeping for days - raw, unfiltered sobs that left him breathless. The silence of the summer night wrapped around him, thick and unmoving. No wind. No sound. Just the distant hum of his own despair.

Suddenly there was a blinding light coming in through his bedroom window. The light cut through the darkness, slicing across his bedroom wall, but there was no road. No driveway. Just an open field behind the house. No one should have been there.

He sat up, heart pounding. The engine roared, steady and unnatural in the stillness. And then, through the quiet, a voice.

“I’m singing with the angels.”

He froze.

Just days before, his son had said, “I wish I could sing.” A simple, aching wish. And now, in the impossible silence, that wish had returned - not as longing, but as fulfillment.

“I wish I could sing,” the boy had said just the week before.

“Dad, I’m singing with the angels,” he now whispered.

The headlights faded. The engine fell silent. But the father remained still, cradled by something larger than grief. Something holy.

I don’t know if the sighting really happened, or if it was a dream born of a father’s grief. But for Bob, it was real. It was proof that God exists—and that Heaven is not just a hope, but a promise.

After years of drinking himself numb, Bob never touched a drop again. He went back to church. He became a minister.

And I can tell you: something happened to him that night.

I knew Bob when he was drowning. And I knew him after - when he was kind, steady, and full of grace. He spent the rest of his life trying to help others climb out of the dark.

Whatever he saw, whatever he heard, it changed him. And that change was real.

Let’s have some fun!

Have you, or someone you know, experienced a paranormal event you would like to share? This is Halloween, and let’s let the goblins and ghost stories entertain us - God knows we have had to deal with a horror show in our real life for the last 10 months, let’s take a few minutes to just enjoy the day.

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