I thought maybe tonight I'd share another story about.....well, what the title says. As I said in another similar post, there have been many, many incidents but the most profound ones involved my late husband, mostly within the first handful of months of his passing. I'd also like to reiterate that although I will always love him and miss him, this is not a post about tears and heartbreak, as it is almost 10 years ago now, and I've moved through that awful pain, healed and grown, and have built a new life, with a new hubby, around all of the love that continues to be felt from the Other Side. This is, in fact, a sharing of the kind of connections that we all have with our deceased loved ones, if only we are aware of them and take notice...........
Let's see, I'll try to keep these in chronological order, just to make it easier. He passed away on a Tuesday morning at home. For obvious reasons, I stayed home from work that week, and the week following. I could have stayed at home for as long as I needed, my employer had lost his wife 3 years before that, and he was in total understanding. The first week was spent in total shock, grief, and funeral. The second week, I deliberately spent the time alone at home, going through everything, crying a lot and making sure that I would get no surprises later ~ meaning, I listened to every single "favourite" song of ours, and I went through every article of his clothing, all his papers, etc. etc......... so that I could feel the emotions the first time then, and not keep stumbling across things later and going through the "first" horrible time of seeing them then. Okay, you get the idea. THAT'S what the second week was all about. One of those days, I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, the sun was streaming in, and I was alone, with just our dog Boo laying on the floor beside me. There were still a ton of funeral flowers around the house, and on the table about a foot away from me, was a basket with several plantings in it, which someone had given me instead of flowers. I liked that, it was a living thing, it wouldn't up and die on me too, like all the flowers do so quickly. The plant in the basket closest to me was one of those thick leaved, plump jade plants. I was sitting staring off into space, but in reality looking right at this plant. I was crying, and feeling the loss of my soul-mate very deeply. Suddenly I could "feel" him around me, almost as if he was right there beside me. At that instant, the plant moved, and I could actually hear it ~ it was just like someone flicking their fingers at it, causing it to flicker. I was staring right at it, and I knew in my heart he was there with me, trying to comfort me. Of course, it helped.
About two weeks later ~~ my second week back at work. I had opted to go back rather than sit at home continually. My boss was great, he said "if you want to come back that's fine, but if you need to leave at any time just go". So that's how I did it. I'd be there for a couple hours, a half a day, whatever....... until I just needed to go home. One of those days, I came home from work, and just as I was putting my key in the front door, I was overwhelmed with the lonliness of my home without him in it. I went inside, let Boo out, and then went into the bedroom to change out of my clothes. Boo, who was really my husband's dog, and they were SO close ~ was laying on the floor just watching me undress. (probably wanting me to hurry up and get him his dinner, lol) I was overcome again, and started to feel a good bawl coming on. At that moment, the nightstand drawer on his side of the bed opened, and closed. Just like that! Boo and I BOTH looked straight at it, knowing that's what we heard. I knew then that he was once again comforting me by showing me I wasn't alone, nor would he ever really be 'gone'.
Two more times during the next several weeks, I'd be sitting in my favourite chair, crying (I did that a LOT for about a year) and missing him. I had an empty box (that held a game of some kind) sitting a couple of inches from my chair, and propped up against the wall. The box suddenly moved, and hit the wall again. Always, I could feel him around when these things happened. It's as if he always made sure to let me know he was there first, so that whatever he did, I'd know it was him. And every single time, it always made me feel less alone and so very loved.
About 6 weeks or so after he passed away, I went for my very first ever "reading" by a psychic. His name was Alex (sadly he has passed now too) and he was SO gifted! He was a very gentle, soft spoken man, (and my third gay male aquaintance), he was as gentle outwardly as his soul was inside. I loved that man and gave him fierce hugs of thanks each time I left him after a reading, because he always read whoever came through (mostly my husband) to a "tee"!
So........the first reading. (Before I get to that, please allow me to explain something. A few weeks before, I had furnace problems and had to have the motor fixed, and I also purchased an expensive filter for it. One that doesn't ever have to be replaced, as long as you vacuum it off once every 4 weeks or so.
My biggest problem was that when you are grieving, it's really hard to concentrate on anything, and you virtually don't have a memory at all for awhile. So to remember to vaccum this furnace filter every 4 weeks was worrying me, and I didn't want to forget about it for 6 months and ruin the expensive thing!!) Okay, on to the reading.
I sat in this reading for about an hour and a half........ it was so full of information and comfort and I felt so much more at peace than I had since it all happened. At the very end of the reading, Alex turned off the recorder (he always taped the sessions and gave us the tapes) and we sat back and just chatted for a few minutes before I paid him and left. He was still getting my husband coming through, as he hadn't "left" yet. Alex asked me if my husband had a really wonderful sense of humour, to which I replied in the positive. He then said "I was wondering, because I could feel that from him the whole time, but right now he keeps saying something that sounds so funny it's almost weird. He keeps wanting me to tell you not to forget to vacuum the furnace!"
I had known just from my own beliefs and the feeling in my heart, that there is life and love continuing on the Other Side. And I've always known that there are good mediums out there (you just have to find the right ones) who give readings to people, and that so much help is given with them. Throughout that first reading with Alex, I knew without a doubt that my late husband was there, as well as all the others that came through to help. But when Alex said that about the furnace.........I never believed in anything in my life as much as I believed that those on the Other Side really can
come through and talk to us, and send us their love and support ~ as well as guidance, humour, and healing.
I have since gone on to become involved in some of that work, and it is for me, at the very least, "giving back" what I was receiving in my time of need for comfort and healing. It is also a huge honour to be able to work with those "in spirit". It's some of the most loving and warm moments in my busy life, when I connect with the Other Side. And though some of you may or may not believe, for me it is also some of the moments when I feel closest to God.
Loving relationships, love connections ~ they never ever cease just because one is here and the other is "there". So for any of you who have lost loved ones, please take this to heart and know that they are always with you and around you.
And now, I guess it's that time again, time to turn the keyboard over to the old mystical hippie chick! "She" is the flip side of the coin, as she is only having fun, lol.
Have a great Friday everyone, and PEACE be yours!
Love Jude AND NOW.... ANOTHER HORROR SCOPE BY GYPSY JUDLES
"Fortunately for Leos, your sun sign is now waning over the next 48 hours. This means that you no longer will have that pesky flatulence problem, and can stop wearing too much cologne as a cover-up. Maybe you'll even win some friends back. Aries who are single, will stay that way as the moon moves into Aries, and also because everyone knows you are lousy lovers anyway. Unless you go after one of those unfortunate Leos who just farted away their love lives and are desparate. All signs should wake up little Suzie, or you'll be in trouble deep. People born on this date are all drama queens and shit disturbers."