Fun loving bachelor, Auggie Mondo, steps back from the easel to view his street scene painting and bumps into out-going Paris tourist, Nona. The well-known plein air artist catches Nona in his arms before she falls to the ground. Love at first sight strikes. The two marry and return to the Beverly Hills Mondo estate.
Nona is overtaken with happiness when she announces her pregnancy to Auggie. Nona’s joy is dampened by Auggie’s reactions.
An unknown visitor rings at the Mondo front gate demanding to see her grandpa. Through tears, suspense, and struggles the Mondo inhabitants and spirits face, a story of love unfolds.
How can a father push his son away? What makes a daughter fear a mother who is dead? Can a child sent across the country to a private school at the age of nine forgive his father?
Housekeeper Juanita Lorenzo goes from rags to riches, but a bleak childhood ignites fears of life and love throwing her in a triangle of damaged hearts: housekeeper, father, and son.
While a friend, mother, and wife from the other side works to reunite her husband and son, Juanita discovers that she must mend her own heart before she can find love, joy, and happiness.
Some think it becomes thinner at Halloween. Others say it has become thinner over the past decade. Then there are those who push spirits aside. “When you take your last breath that’s it–you’re gone, no heaven, no hell,” they say.
“Someone sits at the foot of the bed. It’s my husband–I smell the Old Spice cologne and love that he watches over me.”
How do we know?
It’s great that we do our own thinking and have our own beliefs. That’s the way it should be. I confess that I believe in spirits. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve not only felt them, but I’ve also seen a couple. Good thing I wasn’t living in the 1690s.
Seriously, even though we have our own take on the Other Side, Life after Death, or whether or not it exists–how do we know for sure? We can listen to others, attend church, accept what others say, and draw our own conclusions, but how do we know if we’re right?
We won’t until it happens.
If we go to heaven, we’ll undoubtedly love it
If hell is as bad as it’s described we’ll probably hate it
If there is no afterlife, we won’t know and it won’t matter
What do you think? Your opinions are appreciated and are of value.