Hi Everyone! I have been away from my blogging for quite awhile now. I took some time and I wrote a book called "Haunted- To Always Be with You"-My encounters with the spirit world in Gettysburg, PA. Writing that book was VERY therapeutic for me. It allowed me to discuss areas of my life that made me uncomfortable to talk about. One thing I never feel uncomfortable talking about is the paranormal. September has never been a particularly happy time for me the last 10 years or so. This year was no different. The anniversary of my Grandmothers death is approaching on September 18th. My Grandmother was the best- I know probably every one feels that way about there Grandmother but mine was something special. Unselfish and loving beyond compare. Not a day goes bye that I don't think of her and have to shake my head to keep from crying. You can't wallow in sorrow when you someone you love passes but that doesn't mean you don't want to! This month someone else very special to me passed away as well. Anyone familiar with the Farnsworth House is familiar with Jim Avery. Jim did the ghost hunts and was a funny, quirky and lovable character. My daughter and I did so many of his ghost hunts that we had the spiel he used to do about using the equipment down to a science. I had my very first paranormal experience in Gettysburg on one of Jim's tours. I don't handle death well...I know does anyone? I was on Facebook and I saw the post that Jim Avery had passed away I panicked. I jumped off the couch and ran into my daughters room and said "OMG Jim died!' She looked at me and said "Jim who?" I said "Jim from the Farnsworth House." The last week I have kind of walked around in a funk. I know that Jim was so enlightened and he realized that there was A WHOLE LOT more to life and death than what we can see and feel but I am still so sad that my friend is gone. I miss him. His passing has made me realize that life is indeed fleeting and I want to spend every moment not regretting but living. People never realize what they actually mean to you and we never realize what they mean to us either. It's a slow, vicious cycle.