Product Description
by Beverly Simcic (Author)
A miracle, a vision, a premonition, and an unsolved death in Las Vegas, have hung in my memory like a broken antique for the last twenty four years of my life. I've had that long to think about the reason it all happened in the first place and why I was drawn to, and ultimately placed in the old apartment building on Riverview Avenue in Pittsburgh. If you believe that nothing happens by accident, or if you have lost your faith, this true story of fate and divine intervention will shed a bright light on all the possibilities. I've had this true story locked in my mind since June of 1982. I have never told this story to anyone--for reasons of paralyzing fear and the fact that the murder has never been solved.
Author Biography
I'm a 1950s' Boomer woman. Having searched and searched for my identity within the classifications of the Baby Boomer generation, I haven't found myself in any of the standard descriptions offered. As individuals, I believe we are all products of our experiences in life, and therefore, I must classify myself as a survivor. My friends and family would probably have to agree with the survivor part, and they would then add that I am fiercely independent, blatantly outspoken, unapologetically opined at times, a complete and hopeless romantic on life, and always, always-learning and growing in spiritual awareness. Feeling lucky to be alive can be a good thing; you can give someone else a bit of your character in a way that mentors their spirit and motivates their thinking on life in general. An optimistic fool can survive forever if they stay above the fray.... My husband and I live quiet lives in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where we were both born and raised. I approach the synchronicities in my life on a daily basis now, having become more aware of their meanings. I have much to share. Writing it down will be cathartic. I prefer nature and books over movie stars today. The first memoir, Who Killed Chrissy, comes from a haunting murder of a casual friend who has remained sitting next to me since 1982, waiting her turn for my attention and occasionally poking me in the heart with her memory. This is her story. I have others, and I will share them with you in the future.
