My husband, Mike, died on September sixth, 2022. Our warm, inviting home, filled with mementos of our love and life together, became cold and hollow with his bigger-than-life spirit missing.
I ran from the pain— my younger sister and I moved to Florida.
The grief followed me.
Having no more dream-visits from Mike, I wondered if I had actually lost his spirit by moving away. The grief weighed heavier by the day.
Last night, as I lie sleeping soundly, I heard him holler, “Hey, wife!” (he called me ‘wife’ most of the time in our life together.) It startled me wide awake. I knew exactly where his spirit-voice came from. Approximately 40 feet diagonally in front of me, to the right, and about 30 feet above the ground.
“Mike,” I breathed. With no answer, I asked, “Are you still here?” Again, no answer.
“It’s okay, I’m just glad you came and reached me. Thank you.”
The manner in which he hollered makes me wonder if he has been attempting to reach me, in the past, but I have not heard him.
I’m so happy to have had another, all-be-it brief, visit from him. It was thrilling to hear his voice again. It was not one of those visits where you hear it ‘in your head.’ I heard his voice from the external, reach my ears. Such a blessed moment.