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.
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.