7/12/22 “Is it you, my next door neighbor Greg Swan from Hemlock? Is it?” Came the voice of the pretty lady next door, but now on Holland Street in Birmingham, not Hemlock in Rochester.
“Forgive me Ma’m -my glasses aren’t on – who is it?” I offered. “It’s Maryanne and Tom. I used to baby sit your son Drew along with my son Brett- he was such a good boy, such a good baby – I’m SO sorry we lost him!” My second son Jack Swan was born August 6th, 1989 right before we were gone.
Sure enough – the neighbors I now “randomly” live door to – on my left, are the SAME neighbors I had in 1988 when Drew was born – 34 years ago. “You never hear – like ever – of neighbors randomly ending up on the same side – twice, in different towns. It’s literally never happened that we know of. We’ve been checking” she appropriately concluded.
I agree. I had gone back to find my Journal, back in time – and I found him – Brett. I was listing my blessings back then and I made the entry July 30- Drew was just under 4 months old – “Brett next store – GREAT sitter.” I even misspelled “door” as “Store”.
Raising Drew seemed like a dream that never happened, and losing him was a nightmare that wouldn’t end. When I discovered my neighbor was the EXACT SAME on the SAME SIDE, and to hear Drew’s name spoken in present day familiarity – seemed to in a way end my nightmare. I was there. I WAS there, just like Richard Collier was there in 1912 from my favorite film – “Somewhere In Time”, because like him – I saw it in my own handwriting.
And because I was there, and because the odds the same neighbor who knew Drew was there next door then as he is next door now, was enough to tell me “It’s OK. I’ve been paying very close attention to the details. I am the One who manages – yes, even owns TIME itself.”
You can shrug it off all you want – and believe in the statistical impossibility of it being random. Buy a lotto ticket, you’ll do better. But to a grieving father, evidence like this demands a verdict – and that verdict is “I’m NOT ALONE.” The reunion is REAL: youtu.be/reJKELRxzKM
Below: FB post from The 4th of July, 2022 | TIME TRAVEL IS REAL
“It was twenty years ago today when Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play” -Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
“The dog up and died, he up and died. After twenty years he still grieves” – Mr. Bojangles
Well it really WAS 20 years ago today, July 4th, 2002 I hit a hole in one after a lifetime of amateur golfing resigned that it was never going to happen. My late son Drew (DrewSwan.com) had stopped me in my backswing and switched my club to a 5 iron. As my father in law Wayne Judith Rolfs, my sons Jack Swan & Drew Swan and I watched the ball disappear into the hole from our perch in front of the water, Drew understood what had just happened first.
“Dad you just hit a hole in one!” He shoved me into awareness. I was still in denial and screamed “That did not just happen” over and over until I reached the pond, flipped onto my back and flopped into the water, cell phone, wallet and all, and celebrated with a back stroke. It was a top 5 life moment, up there with Drew and Jack being born, my marriage, getting hired for the first time, and winning the Little League title.
Yesterday I was able to time travel in a Delorean (I actually went to church with John Delorean at Dominic Russo‘s Oakland Christian Church- then BHCC). After living next to my new neighbors Brett and Becca for 6+ months, speaking with them daily, living on a “random” street in a house we hurried to secure in Birmingham – Brett informed me he “now remembers where we FIRST met – in 1988.” When he was a teenager I played basketball with him in my driveway and would often hire him as a baby sitter. “I used to change Drew’s Diapers! We lived RIGHT next door to you then as well – on Hemlock Street in Rochester, same side as we do now!!” said he.
If there was pond around I would have jumped in and said “that did not just happen”, cell phone, wallet, and all. He may as well have been Michael J. Fox telling me “I’m there – in the past, and I know Drew”. The message was clear. The odds are Absolute Zero that event was random.
There IS a bus driver to my life, it’s not me, and He is paying very close attention to the road. No detail of my life goes unnoticed. Therefore, there must another round of golf in my future with Drew – in a real place called Heaven, 20 or more years from today.
Just to be alive is a hole in one, and sometimes it just takes a shove from someone I love to wake me up into that awareness.