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Hearts from Heaven is a true story of a love that transcends life on earth. Leatrice Marson met her husband Robert in 1952 while working at a large pharmaceutical company; they married in 1953 and had three children. Over the next five decades, their life together was filled with love, adventure, and faith. Robert was asked to join the companys international division in 1954, for which he traveled to thirty-three countries. In 1971, the company moved him and his family to Johannesburg, South Africa, to work on a special project. The family returned to New Jersey in 1975. As their children grew and grandchildren came into their lives, Leatrice and Robert continued to live a full and happy life. A romantic husband, Robert often left a rose on the kitchen table or a small note with a heart on it for Leatrice when he left for work. Although cancer eventually took Roberts life in 2001, he has continued to be a presence in her life. Beginning about a month after his death, Roberts form appeared to her in church, and then other mysterious signs of his presence began happening. As evidenced in this beautiful, heartwarming book, Hearts from Heaven, Leatrice has received many hearts from heaven from her beloved Robert. They often show up in the most unexpected ways, but always at just the right time.

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Publié par	Inspiring Voices
Date de parution	11 août 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781462410200
Langue	English

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Hearts from Heaven

Love from the Afterlife

Leatrice L. Marson

Copyright © 2014 Leatrice L. Marson.

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ISBN: 978-1-4624-1019-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-1020-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014912640

Inspiring Voices rev. date: 08/04/2014
Contents
Preface
Acknowledgments
Where It All Began
The Beginning of My Spiritual Journey
Persistence Pays Off!
The Innocents Abroad
Very Special Guests, Indeed!
Journey of an Illness
My Spiritual Journey
Our Broken Hearts
Some Powerful Coincidences!
And Then One Day, an Answer
From Robert with Love
Hope and Inspiration for all Mankind
Poetry
The Institution We Call Marriage
PREFACE
This is a true story of love beyond the grave and how this spiritual phenomenon took place in my life.
Have you ever wondered about the existence of life after leaving this earthly plane? I have, and I’m sure many others have too. I’m also certain there are those people who do believe from the beginning, based on their faith alone, in a life after this one.
One of those people who possessed unshakable faith was my mother. As a teenager, I pondered the dogma of God and creation, and I would ask my mother, “If God created us, who created God?” She would say, “Just believe.” I eventually was able to accept this theory. First Corinthians 15:12, 16–20, refers to this very subject:
If Christ is preached as raised from the dead, if the dead are not raised, neither has Christ been raised, and if Christ has not been raised your faith is in vain, you are still in your sins. Then those who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If for this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are the most pitiable people of all. But now Christ has been raised from the dead the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep.
My dear husband, Robert James Marson died November 14 2001, around nine in the morning.
Before I go into detail about how our love has transcended not only time and distance but also the afterlife, let me go back in time and tell you how our love affair began.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank the following people for their help in the preparation of my book.
Denise, my niece, for typing my manuscript and coming up with the chapter titles.
My sister Virginia, for retyping my manuscript with information I had added to the story.
My daughter, Jazzmyn, for her reminders to me of other events that took place in our lives, and for once again retyping the book, with the added information.
My grandson, Austin Stoddart for suggesting that I put a dove in the center of the heart for the book cover.
I want to especially thank Tamara Pessah for encouraging me to finally write my story. She saw the tea bag heart and took the picture of it. In awe, she turned to me and, pointing a finger, said, “You better write that book.” I really had no intentions of doing that.
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
My parents were born and raised in Brazil, and all their families still reside there. My parents came to this country in 1924. Their journey started in 1920, when my father, who was a graduate engineer from the University of Recife, received a scholarship to attend Columbia University in New York City.
When he completed his graduate studies, he returned to Brazil in 1924 to marry his fiancée, Maria, who had patiently waited for his return. She was being groomed to be a concert pianist. Leaving her country and putting her piano studies on hiatus was difficult for her. They sailed to America with intentions of staying only five years and then returning to their homeland in a better financial situation. Fate had different intentions for them. Over the next thirteen years, they had six children. The Great Depression began in 1929 and made it hard to save money, so they gave up their idea of returning to their homeland.
Those were hard times. Jobs were scarce. Many people were out of work, including my father. He taught himself a variety of skills so he could take jobs when he could find them. Often he would work from home to support the family. He did barbering and cobbling, and he also worked for the local park for the city of Fords, New Jersey. I remember watching him sole shoes with his cobbler tools. He had different sizes of shoe irons to slip the shoes on, to facilitate the nailing and gluing of the new soles. It was fascinating to watch him and my mother be a team for our family’s survival. When she came to this country, she didn’t even know how to boil water, cook, or speak English. Back in Brazil her parents had maids. Here, she learned not only to cook but also to speak English and so much more. She was a person who would rise to the occasion. My father planted a vegetable garden, and my mother learned to can the vegetables for wintertime meals. It was common back then for people to plant their own gardens, and they also raised their own chickens. Laundry was done by hand and hung to dry. My mother even had to make her own baby food each day, for all three meals. We had hand-me-down clothes to wear, as well as clothes she would design and sew when she could save up money to buy the fabric. We all have innate abilities, and they all come to the forefront at the time of greatest need. My parents were an inspirational example of this to us.
Even though we were very poor, my parents somehow provided wonderful Christmases. How they did it, I don’t know. It was important to my parents to make the holidays a magical, happy time. Every Christmas they would decorate the tree with small, real candles and ornaments. Christmas lights were too expensive for most people, so they would clip tiny candleholders to the tree branches and insert tiny candles. It looked beautiful and magical with the lit candles. After we went to bed each night, my parents would extinguish the candles. The next morning we would find our gifts under the tree. Back then wrapping paper was expensive. For instance, a few sheets of tissue wrapping paper would cost as much as thirty cents (a loaf of bread was twenty-five cents). So the priority was the gift being under the tree, and not the wrapping. We were little and didn’t understand the adult aspects of this. We just knew that Santa brought the presents fresh from his workshop for us. Even though we didn’t have many presents, we had gifts and were overjoyed at the magic of the holiday. On the holidays my parents made sure that we didn’t feel the harsh realities of that era. Holidays were always spent with family, friends, food, and laughter.
My uncle, who worked as a chauffeur for the president of a local pharmaceutical company, was able to intercede on my father’s behalf, and he thus gained a job with that company, which saved the day. He started in the mechanical department and worked his way up to being one of thirty supervisors for the company. At the peak of his career, he was put in charge of building the company’s Thibenzole plant. Thibenzole was a revolutionary product that helps the health of livestock.
My parents were a well-balanced parenting team. My mother was a no-nonsense, militant parent. She ran a tight ship, and we respected her authority. Times were tough, and every day required a lot of work and pitching in for a family to survive. Her strength was in her faith. She had such trust in our Lord. We respected her authority and admired her faith. My father had a wonderful temperament. He never raised his voice to discipline any of us. He would just talk about the infraction and point out the better approach. If my young sisters scrapped over a toy, he would say, “Talk about it like ladies, but mind your friendship.” He would say much the same thing to my two brothers. My younger brother once said, “I wish he would just beat me instead; he makes me feel guiltier talking nicely.” My siblings and I remain the best of friends to this day. We have never had a falling out. We have taken on the strengths of our parents. When times are tough, we are all there for one another, to help in any way. People who have known us a long time call us an abnormal family. I am grateful. There is no greater gift.
I was just twelve years old when our family experienced the shock of our mother falling ill overnight with Rheumatoid Arthritis. Imagine leaving your wife in the morning walking, only to return that evening to find her in pain and unable to ambulate. My father went out and brought the doctor back to see what he could do.
After drawing blood and making the diagnosis, the doctor came weekly to give her injections of gold and sodium. We older siblings pitched in to help in any way we could while my father continued going to work. We did not have any family here so since I was the oldest girl, I helped care for my bedbound mother,