Before you read this, please take into context that while I write fiction, what I say about my life is fact and I am not a man who likes lies or tells them to gain attention; if I lied to you, what do I have to gain? I will never know or meet you, to me there is nothing to gain by lying and a lot to lose. By lying I lose all creditability in my work.
This occasion happened as I write it out.
Fact is often stranger than fiction, I have witnessed things which defy logic and happenings which may have ended my life; which is why for some reason as yet undisclosed to me, I think I have a guardian angel; the concept could be trashed and put down to luck but I am convinced there is a reason for certain happenings.
One thing stands out above all else; when Faye was alive we were talking on webcam one day when she said "Hun, look at the wall behind you." At the time my desk was facing out into the back garden and my back was turned to the wall opposite, when I turned I saw an image on the wall behind me of the Western concept of Jesus. Logic would put it down to light shining through a stained glass window, but for the fact we don't have any stained glass windows, let alone with Jesus on them; the wall is not on a direct route from the back door and any reflection would have to use at least two more mirrors to get to the wall; if the reflection came from the window I was facing there would have been my shadow cast, yet the head was only small and clear.