The New Hampshire Grave

An excerpt from FOOTSTEPS IN THE ATTIC, by Paul F. Eno

From "The Grassless Grave" Page 143

As I hope I’ve shown in this book, quantum reality is a two-way street. Just as our ancestors can help us, we can help them.
After a book signing in New Hampshire in 1999, a woman came up to me and asked why no grass would grow on her grandfather’s grave. The man had died in 1962. I asked a few questions about him, and was told that he had a pitiful life, was horrendously unhappy and had the personality of a cactus.
“Love him and pray for him with all your might,” I told the woman, who had been afraid of grandpa in life but was sorry for him now.
Apparently, the woman really took me seriously. She mobilized her family, had prayer services at the graveside, and dug out old pictures of grandpa and put them in places of honor. Six months later, I received a happy e-mail saying that the man’s grave was now lush with grass. As a matter of fact, the cemetery caretakers had to cut the plot twice a week that summer!