Wings of a Fallen Star

Prologue Imagine if every thought, word or deed were somehow recorded in time, in space, in an everlasting celestial stream of data flowing within our vast universe without any specific destination or reason until called upon by our Almighty Creator, to be subsequently transferred to a perceptible form of energy that when released would recall to us memories of certain things that have occurred in our lives, places we have been, things that we had said or done? Is it possible that like these almighty heavens above, the falling stars below have a unique purpose in their journey or a message to share? Can they reveal to us secrets that they may hold within the most immaculate detail from whence they came? Could our Almighty Creator release to us hundreds or perhaps thousands of scenes over the course of our lives as they come back to us through the form of a thought or memory? And is it possible for a loved one on the other side to intercept these thoughts and then unknowingly to us divulge information of their own into our minds through some sort of act or feeling that we remember as our own or even transfer to us feelings of comfort, warning, joy, etc? Would this convergence of energy then be transmitted to us from light-years away in the form of an image, thought or dream from long ago just as our own déjà-vu would seem like a real time dream, unknowingly when it occurred or whether it even occurred at all? This book isn’t about any of these things in general, although several characters find themselves searching inside for memories of loved ones from their not too distant past to help guide them on their own journey throughout the uneasy times of their lives. We all have memories of times gone by and best of times spent with the ones we love that have since passed on. And it is in these memories that we find our own comfort and acceptance in acknowledging our own smiles, laughter and tears when reminiscing about them .................... This is a story about the life itself within all of the emotions of a family that is coming together after being torn apart by tragedy. Although this book contains some saddening moments, it is filled with love, respect and accountability. It attempts to walk the fine line between good and bad while holding its balance on the better side of that line throughout. This story also implies a guideline of moral values, but like the real world we live in, it crosses over that line for the most part only to exemplify the true reason of staying on the right side of that oblivious line that most of us will cross over during the quest of our own fate.... So in closing, I hope that you enjoy this book and find something of yourself inside. It is quite simply an emotional and touching novel via an accumulation of the thoughts, memories and experiences that have been enfolded to me and through the words and emotions of JJ’s music, which were personally conveyed to you from my original material. Chapter 1 ~ Spirit Song and Being ~ The morning sun peering through the living room blinds created an interesting illusion as the scattered broken lines of light passed over the large peace lily plants and reflected off the glass of the oak bookcase onto various points of the room in an almost three dimensional fashion. It then proceeded to fill the room with an ambience of the radiating warmth from outside. It was the dawning of a beautiful autumn day in Harrisburg, and Kathleen Morrey was just waking. She instinctively slapped the snooze button to lye back down momentarily only to quickly pick her head up and stare around the room. It was only a dream she thought to herself, but it seemed so strange and so realistic to her that she ended up dwelling about it for much longer than anticipated as the alarm sounded again. She was fully awakened this time as she began to ponder excitedly about her work for today. She was looking forward to the annual harvest festival at the community park. It was going to be one of her easier work assignments. She would only need to snap a few photos here and there and then capture some 'magic moments’ as she called them. She would then have plenty of time to enjoy the festival while meandering around with her family and friends. As one of the area’s finest photographers, Kathleen is proud of the work she has done for the local newspaper over the past twelve years and there are several awards hanging on her wall that evidently display her talents. Glancing back down at the alarm clock she began to calculate a plan for this morning and was slightly distracted when she heard her son doting away loudly to himself from the living room as he eagerly practiced his guitar. “Come on Billy, you can do it! Get it right!” ........................ He was a bit frustrated as he sat there at the end of the sofa scuffing the guitar pick in a back and forth like motion over both sides of his fair skinned face. His dark brown hair flopped forward slightly as he reached toward the lamp table for the remote to review the video and try to figure out how to play part of a song. When he simultaneously dropped his pick and the remote on the floor he cussed a bit loudly as he struggled to pick them up. “Why am I so damn tired? Come on, Concentrate Billy!” He stubbornly grabbed his pick, restarted the video and tossed the remote back onto the end table in one continuous motion as he continued to practice with this devious smile etched on his face, as if he had just overcome the toughest feat of his lifetime, or maybe it was because he really had. All of the dreadful thoughts from not too long ago were still clearly embedded in his mind but he would naturally close them out by concentrating on a positive quest, like playing his guitar, for example. Listening to the song, he held on firmly while softly strumming that old Fender guitar that belonged to his father. It had a classic mellow tone but could also get that really gutsy kind of sound with the special vintage pickups that his dad had just installed a few years before he passed away unfortunately, and untimely. Billy, who had been very close to his dad...