Chapter 10
by Ruth McIntosh
My husband, Jack, was an intelligent, quiet person who took life seriously not only in his work but in our family as well. He kept his emotions to himself and didn’t talk much in social settings, so to others he may have been seen as a loner. But I always felt a deep strength in him and knew that whatever the eventuality, he would take care of things.
The times he would really enjoy himself and let his heart shine through were when he played with our children, participated in sports, or flew our plane. At the time of his death he was an engineer and a highly qualified pilot, coming in second in the world in acrobatics, and also served as safety consultant for Beechcraft Aircraft. In addition, he was in the process of establishing a flight cargo transport service. His hopes for the future soared as he followed through on his plans with the same dedication and commitment he showed in everything he did.
But one day it all came crashing down as I answered a call from the US Coast Guard. They told me Jack had called in a Mayday from the company plane while flying between Florida and the Bahamas. He gave his bearings and turned off all radio equipment because there was a fire in the cockpit, as was the standard procedure. Search and rescue went out that day and the next day found only parts of a flap of the plane that had gone down. Jack’s body was never recovered.
I have always believed in life after death, and so over these years, I had gone to other mediums in hopes of receiving a message from my husband. I never received a message through them, but that did not stop me from talking to Jack every now and then to ask for his help with our two, now grown, daughters’ problems. Strange, but at times I have felt closer to him after his death than while we were married.
When I had the opportunity to attend a presentation given by Roland, I went and again hoped that I might receive a message. I sensed an excitement of some sort in the room, and I just couldn’t help smiling when Roland finally appeared. His approach was different from what I had experienced before because he did it in such an upbeat, loving, and caring way. At the first break, I won a copy of his book, and while accepting it at the front desk, I noticed the Purple Papers. I was invited to look through them. The second Purple Paper was a picture of a plane moving downward from the sky with yellow flames around the plane. The date of this presentation was written on the top of the page. I said, “This might apply to me,” and suddenly Roland came up to me and said, “I have been waiting for you. May I share this with the group?” Interestingly, I was supposed to go to a different one of Roland’s presentations, but due to a car accident, I was able to change it to this date.
Roland told me that Jack had been trying to communicate with me for a long time. He told me he has been there for our girls. He confirmed that the accident had nothing to do with his skills and that he was an accomplished pilot, as I had already known. He further said not to worry about the body. This last one really startled me because over the years, I had not told anyone, but it had bothered me that, somehow, he just might still be alive. Although I would intellectualize the accident and know this could not be the case, there were two occasions when I thought I had seen him while I was working out of state. Because of this, I had realized I had not really accepted his death on some level. But now tears came to my eyes upon hearing this as I now finally and totally accepted his death. Roland may have said more but I was too lost in this information, which meant so much to me. I was able to come to terms with his death, a gift of peace of mind that is truly priceless.