The Ending of A Summer Love Story Is Based on a Factual Event

I think most people who read my Kindle novel, A Summer Love Story, were quite moved by its ending, but a few others were not.

It is to those who were not that I address this small commentary.

As I state at the beginning of A Summer Love Story, many incidents in the story are based on true events--and the ending is one of them.

After my daughter passed away, I spent many long, painful months researching as much evidence as I could find to either prove or disprove the existence of God and an afterlife…

And what I discovered was shocking: Not only is there overwhelming factual evidence that confirms the existence of God and an afterlife, but this evidence, which ranges from countless Electronic Voice Phenomena, documented miracles, incidents of reincarnation, Near Death Experiences, documented ghost stories and many, many more incidents of a factual nature, has been around for decades!

I set forth all this evidence in a biography about Tara titled, The Reptile and The Rose, which was published in paperback, but is now out of print.

I started revising The Reptile and The Rose last year in the hope of again publishing it as a Kindle ebook, but then I stopped…

Why?

Because the scientific community and the men who control our lives have so thoroughly indoctrinated the rest of us into believing that the only Golden Rule is Survival of the Fittest and He Who Has the Gold Makes the Rules, that anyone who provides irrefutable evidence to the contrary-- which proves that we survive death and there are dire consequences for our greedy, selfish actions here on earth--is not only considered a fool, but what he has to say is of little interest to practically everyone else…

--All of this in spite of my firm belief that by denying the existence of this evidence--which is critical for our survival--mankind is rapidly approaching its doom, either by fire or ice…

But that's another story.

So here it is then--exactly the way it happened on that bright, sunny day a year after my daughter, Tara, passed away.

And to those who think the ending of A Summer Love Story is annoying and melodramatic, I have only this to say…

Tanta Stultitia Mortalium Est .

--And, quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!.

CHAPTER 56 FROM THE REPTILE AND THE ROSE BY DENNIS JAMES BROWNE

At this point I’m going to tell you something quite amazing that happened to me, almost a year after Tara died...

Some of you believe in miracles, whether large or small, and some of you don’t. When this incident took place, I was a hardcore skeptic, but afterwards my attitude changed, and I think that this is the best place in my journey to tell you exactly what happened...

On Fridays when I visit Tara, every now and then my attention strays upward and I gaze at the soft white cumulus clouds drifting across a clear blue sky...

Then one day it suddenly occurred to me that if there really is another world, another dimension somewhere, these wispy, drifting clouds between our world and the next should be the perfect thing for someone on the other side to mold into some kind of small message...

I realize that this idea may sound ridiculous to many of you, but to me it made perfect sense--so one day I made a little request, not really to God, but to Tara herself. I looked up at the sky and thought to myself:

"Tara, if it's all true, really true that you're out there somewhere, looking at me, give me a sign--tell me something with these clouds--any small, but clear sign--the greatest, wildest, most unscientific sign imaginable that you really are still alive and happy in another world!"

But that day I saw nothing.

And for weeks after that I still saw nothing. I'd be driving down the Garden State Parkway on the most beautiful day--dozens of soft white clouds sailing invitingly across the sky--but not a single one took on a shape that made any sense at all.

I suppose like Shakespeare I could have read almost anything into a cloud if I tried hard enough, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. If the message wasn't clear--really clear enough for me and anyone standing right next to me to see and immediately recognize--I wouldn't buy it at all. That meant I often ended up not letting my eyes settle on any cloud long enough to let my imagination start running away with any bizarre interpretations.

So for weeks I saw nothing. I think in all that time that I waited and searched, and all the clouds I looked at, there must have been a veritable zoo of animals and other bizarre creatures passing before my eyes, just waiting to be born, but I never stared long enough to let them take shape, to take hold of my imagination--no chicken entrails for me. Either Tara's message would bang me over the head, or it wouldn't be a message at all!

Then a few days ago I was taking my morning walk down the Lavallette boardwalk. It was a typically beautiful sunny morning and as I walked northward, I looked up at the sky and saw a whole fleet of clouds drifting across an open blue sky...

A beautiful sight--but again, nothing.

When I take this morning stroll I always walk up to the north end of the boardwalk, then turn around and jog about a mile back to where my car is parked. Just as I passed the lifeguard station at the midway mark on my stroll, I looked up at the sky again and suddenly there they were--giant white letters on a huge blue billboard:

LO e

At first I just stood there, dumbfounded. No single word could have better summed up the fact that Tara was still alive. If there was one commandment that God--Jesus--the Being of Light in the new world--delivered to all newcomers during Near Death Experiences, it was summed up in that single word hovering high over my head in the sky--“LOVE”--with a missing “V”...

The capital "L" and "O" were so big and clear that anyone walking at my side would have thought a skywriting plane had just passed overhead--but the lower case “e” was smaller than the rest of the letters and a lot less distinct...

And as I slowly started to walk again this wispy letter “e” started to bother me, and as I continued to stare upward, I found my amazement slowly giving way to increasing doubts--an almost annoyed skepticism...

The first two capital letters were big and clear all right, but that little "e" was barely visible, and while the word itself made sense, it still wasn’t complete. Without the "V", I started thinking that this "message" was only a very eye-catching, but completely natural fluke...

In fact, knowing how fuzzy cloudtalk can be, the wild thought jumped into my mind that Tara was again tormenting me with one of her little practical jokes. The thought kept running through my mind until I again looked upward and almost shouted out loud--

"--Okay, Tara, that's really great--but where's the 'V'!?"

I laughed and stared at the letters, actually expecting something to happen...

But nothing did.

So I kept on walking.

Then, a few minutes later as I almost reached the north end, I looked up again--and suddenly stopped dead in my tracks...

There in the middle of the sky--ten times bigger than the "L", the "O" and the little "e"--all of which had now completely disappeared!--was the following huge capital letter:

V

The letter was so big that it seemed to take up the whole sky--like some kind of huge, comical V-bomb that Tara had suddenly dropped right on my head!

I just stood there looking up, completely dumbfounded...

Then suddenly I burst out laughing and shouted out loud--

"--Okay, Tara, I get it, I get it! Even I'm not that stupid, you know!"

I didn’t know if anyone else heard me, but I really didn’t care. My heart was skipping like a little kid’s, and I just kept on laughing...

It was like Tara and I were together again--laughing hysterically over some impish little prank she’d just pulled off on good ol’ Pop!

I kept on walking and smiling, and a few minutes later when I took another quick look upward everything was gone--nothing in sight but a few white clouds in a clear blue sky...

As the days passed, the thought of what had happened grew larger and larger in my memory, and to this day I’m amazed at the sheer wonder of it all. I had witnessed a miracle, but I’m sure of it--maybe not much of a miracle to anyone else, but a very large one to me. Tara couldn’t have opened my eyes more if she would have given me a good smack across the back of my head, and the more I thought about it, the more the whole incident seemed a perfect metaphor for my own pigheaded skepticism in the face of all the amazing new things I'm discovering about God and the universe...

I mean even I'm not that stupid.