Godspeed

About four years ago, some friends of ours decided they wanted to adopt an alternative lifestyle, they bought an old bus and adapted the insides to make a home. It was parked in their driveway while the husband worked on it, and as the insides became more and more homely, we used to visit and spend time with them in their bus.


One evening, a day or so before they were due to leave, my husband, myself, and our three kids went round and took them a parting gift. We all sat in the bus, drinking tea and talking about the adventure they were about to embark on. Gradually, the subject of the conversation changed, and we ended up talking about a mutual friend, Martin, who had gone to live in an old-fashioned gypsy caravan in the Lake District. Unknown to us, Martin had died, in fairly mysterious circumstances, and our friends were breakin the news. We were all shocked and had to hear again the details to try and make sense of such a tragedy. At this point something strange happened. A bright light shone through the thick curtains that covered the windscreen, and hovered there for a minute or two. All four adults saw it, ( the kids were off playing ), and all thought it was a torch beam, all be it a fairly powerful one. What the others saw and I did not, was the beam move from the front, right down the side of the bus behind me and then vanish.


The men rushed out, thinking it was a prowler, with us women-folk not far behind, but there was no one there, not in the garden, or in the street. There was no way a prowler could have got past us. Being me, I had to check for logical explanations. I even went back the next morning, to double check in daylight, but there were no lamps or even power lines which could have accounted for the light.


Stunned, we all climbed back into the bus, convinced now that Martin, who had attained his dreams before his tragic death, had come to wish our friends Godspeed as they set out for their own.


God bless you Martin.


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