Are Different Now, by Jackie T. Zortman

Our grandson Pete worked late on the night of July 4th and then drove three miles up the mountain dirt road to a spot where his buddies had gathered--a shelf road with a cliff on one side and canyon on the other.

Pete lit and dropped a firework of some magnitude and instinctively jumped backwards, falling 100 feet to the rocky canyon floor where he died instantly from a skull fracture at age 21...and thus began the true story of his maternal grandmother’s journey with death on the mountain. Come and walk along to learn what has been revealed since we lost this young man with the angelic face who was born possessing an old soul.

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