Can confirm. I lost my wife to cancer 5 years ago when she was 38. At my one of my lowests points, soon after her passing, I sent my 10 year old son to a friends house to get his mind off stuff and to have some fun, and to just let myself explode with grief without him seeing it. I was stewing in my misery watching tv deep into the morning. Balling my eyes out. I started talking to my wife and the lights on the ceiling fan came on as did the fan. I thought that maybe I sat on the remote, but it was on the counter. I proceed to turn it off, and it flashed/flickered and came on again, this time just the light. I started to talk with her and reassured her that we missed her, and I would do everything I could to ensure our son would have a good life, and that we would always honor her with that goal in mind. With that, the light turned off. I cried like I had never before, but I felt at peace that she heard me. The light and ceiling fan never did anything like that again. She was very spiritual and left this earth with a gracious peace and love for God when most would have been extremely bitter. I know that she watches over us and is proud of where we are today even though I took many rough roads to get here.
My mother and a friend and I had a promise that if there was an afterlife we would turn the living room light on and off 3 x to let the others know.
The friend died first and about a week went by. Then the light went on and off 3 x and went back to working fine.
I'm sorry for your loss @lupinate, and glad for you that you're able to be back.
I love these stories about comforting experiences with loved ones after they pass. I was only 32 when my husband of eight years died. We had a little boy who had just turned 3. It was brutal to manage the grief while raising a toddler alone. It was a terrible loss in every way down to my very identity which was completely wrapped up in my role as wife to my husband.
I had joked with him before he died that if he went before me to not come back and haunt me because it would scare me. Very shortly, within days after he died, I had the experience of flickering lights too that I just sensed was him. I remember wondering at the time if I was just in a state of heightened awareness or if he was really trying to communicate with me. That has never happened again.
I dreamed about him a lot in the first few years after he died. I had this one recurring dream that I loved where he had faked his death and then came back to get me so we could run away together. I was always disappointed when I would wake up from that one. I guess my mind had a hard time accepting he was gone so the dreams helped me to cope. His mother thinks he actually visited me in those dreams. I don't know but I do hope his beautiful spirit is living somewhere right now and that he is well and happy and whole.
He wrote me the most beautiful letters and emails over our courtship and marriage. I'm really thankful to him because before he died he printed every one of our electronic communications and saved them for me in a massive binder that I look at sometimes and that I am keeping to share with our son someday.
Can confirm. I lost my wife to cancer 5 years ago when she was 38. At my one of my lowests points, soon after her passing, I sent my 10 year old son to a friends house to get his mind off stuff and to have some fun, and to just let myself explode with grief without him seeing it. I was stewing in my misery watching tv deep into the morning. Balling my eyes out. I started talking to my wife and the lights on the ceiling fan came on as did the fan. I thought that maybe I sat on the remote, but it was on the counter. I proceed to turn it off, and it flashed/flickered and came on again, this time just the light. I started to talk with her and reassured her that we missed her, and I would do everything I could to ensure our son would have a good life, and that we would always honor her with that goal in mind. With that, the light turned off. I cried like I had never before, but I felt at peace that she heard me. The light and ceiling fan never did anything like that again. She was very spiritual and left this earth with a gracious peace and love for God when most would have been extremely bitter. I know that she watches over us and is proud of where we are today even though I took many rough roads to get here.
My mother and a friend and I had a promise that if there was an afterlife we would turn the living room light on and off 3 x to let the others know. The friend died first and about a week went by. Then the light went on and off 3 x and went back to working fine.
We are all more than what we know. We are energy and our bodies are just a prison.
I'm sorry for your loss @lupinate, and glad for you that you're able to be back.
I love these stories about comforting experiences with loved ones after they pass. I was only 32 when my husband of eight years died. We had a little boy who had just turned 3. It was brutal to manage the grief while raising a toddler alone. It was a terrible loss in every way down to my very identity which was completely wrapped up in my role as wife to my husband.
I had joked with him before he died that if he went before me to not come back and haunt me because it would scare me. Very shortly, within days after he died, I had the experience of flickering lights too that I just sensed was him. I remember wondering at the time if I was just in a state of heightened awareness or if he was really trying to communicate with me. That has never happened again.
I dreamed about him a lot in the first few years after he died. I had this one recurring dream that I loved where he had faked his death and then came back to get me so we could run away together. I was always disappointed when I would wake up from that one. I guess my mind had a hard time accepting he was gone so the dreams helped me to cope. His mother thinks he actually visited me in those dreams. I don't know but I do hope his beautiful spirit is living somewhere right now and that he is well and happy and whole.
He wrote me the most beautiful letters and emails over our courtship and marriage. I'm really thankful to him because before he died he printed every one of our electronic communications and saved them for me in a massive binder that I look at sometimes and that I am keeping to share with our son someday.