passed away – Dying To Talk With You

We went postal last night…

So my husband passed away six months ago, as many of you know.

Since his passing, I have experienced several visits from him, during my sleep. I had another such visit last night.

In life, we met at the post office where we both worked. Not surprisingly, that is where we meet (in my sleep) last night.

I saw us both working at the post office again. However, we were split up and worked in different sections, where we could no longer see each other as we were accustomed to.

To me, this is symbolic of ‘the veil’ that now separates us with me in this dimension and with him passed into another.

I pushed a mail cart from the dock to the section where I worked. As I approached my work area, there was an open space. It was there I saw him!

It was break time, and he had come to fetch me so we could be together for that short time.

“Mike!” I said this as I let go of the cart and rushed into his arms. I remember I said, “I’ve missed you SO much!” I think he said the same to me, but I’m not sure, now. We embraced fully and with such tender love and longing. I can’t describe the joy we found in our embrace. I can only tell you that I can not imagine a more joyful moment.

He passed and came to me on the third day

My precious husband passed away on the morning of Sept. sixth. It was a long time coming as passings go. He went without food or drink for 13 days.

The first eleven days were bittersweet. We witnessed his reunion with deceased loved ones — one after the other, day after day, hugs and kisses after hugs and kisses — with so much laughter and joy on his part.

In lucid times, he told each of us with him, “Goodbye.” He and I shared so many, “I love you.”s and sweet and breathy kisses. I inhaled his breath and he, in return, inhaled mine. He touched my soul.

Day twelve he spoke no more. We knew he had departed his body which lay prone with no movement.

On the morning of the thirteenth day — 5:42 a.m.— his throat gurgled, his breathing became irregular, and within minutes it ceased. It appeared that his body ran on batteries which simply ran down until they were emptied. His breathing ceased.

Early this morning, on the third day from his passing, I had a dream where he and I were attending his brother’s funeral. The church was very crowded. I thought I needed to point out to him that, “All these people have come because of their love for YOU. See how loved you are!”

While it was a funeral, it was very comforting to know that we were together. Very close together. Our love permeated the atmosphere of mourning.

I never knew my husband’s brother; he died before my husband and I were married. It is my belief that in my dream, brother was used as the closest thing to actually being my husband because of the duality of 1) him being at my side and (2 him being dead.

He was such a loving and giving man. I do believe he came to me (as soon as he could) in that dream to reassure me that he will always be with me.

When his time comes

My father-in-law came for a visit in dreamland. He died back about 35 years ago with black lung and cancer. But in the dreamland visit, he stood straight and vibrant, looking middle aged.

He came to visit my husband—his son.

My husband, Mike and I were seated on the couch, with Mike leaning back in his weakened condition.

Mike’s father, Ernest, stood with our step-son, Norbert, with the coffee table between us and them.

Ernest and Norbert were talking among themselves. Mike told me to get out the case with the two guns in it and take out the 22. Knowing what he was planning to do, I said, “The 22 is mine.” He ignored me and after a bit, I said, “Oh, I don’t care. Give it to him.”

Mike laid the 22 on the coffee table as Ernest and Norbert finished their conversation. “Dad, what do you think of that?”

“Nice little gun.” Ernest answered.

“Take it. It’s yours.” Mike told him.

A grinning Ernest was tickled to death! He picked up the pistol, looking it all over. He and Norbert were headed for the back deck to shoot a few rounds.

Now what did this visit mean?

Ernest is sure in a much better condition than he was when he passed away.
Mike is giving things away in his end times.
His Dad is there for him. He realizes Mike is failing and let us know he’s there. His life did not ‘end,’ and Mike’s life will not end either.
The visit was from Ernest who has passed away AND from Norbert who is very much alive. That showed me that they are both there for Mike and will help him from both ends (this dimension and the next) when his time comes.
It was my dream visit, so they were here to reassure me and I am grateful.

The love is no dream

It’s been a pretty dry spell lately with no (remembered) visits from my sainted loved ones who have passed.

Sometimes just a dream can refresh our memory of them and our love for each other. I had such a dream last night.

Two life long friends, parents of my dearest friend, passed away half my lifetime ago. While I think of them often and pray for them daily, I seldom see them in my dreams.

Last night was a night where we hugged, cried and felt the love. Indeed, as I slept, our souls seemed to touch again.

The situation in the dream was a bit bizarre and certainly not true in this life. But the message was love—given and received. And that is no dream. That is as real today as it was all those decades ago.

My dead Uncle Dave’s face popped right in front of me

My Aunt Carolyn often visits me in my dreams. I have often pondered that while she is not a ‘blood relative,’ we remain so close after her passing. She was married to my maternal uncle who passed away many years before my aunt.

Though my aunt visits me often, in spirit, I don’t remember my Uncle Dave ever coming to visit me since he passed away. Not until this morning, that is.

I had awoken and lie in bed on my back with my eyes closed. Suddenly my dead Uncle Dave’s face popped right in front of me. Close up! My mouth dropped open and I looked at him in surprise. As soon as he recognized that I saw him, he smiled at me.

That’s all… But I did see him. He did come visit me. And I assure you, he is not dead. He is very much alive. I am very happy about that.

Perhaps we will visit again and perhaps he will communicate with me next time.

But that smile. That was precious to me.

Rest in Peace

My grandmother, who passed away nearly thirty years ago, is one of my ‘most frequent fliers.’ That is to say, she often visits me in the astral, in night time dreams. She often gives me significant messages.

We sometimes just enjoy a pleasant visit.

But last night was the most strange visit I’ve ever had from beyond the veil. It was clear that my grandmother had come to live with me (even though she had passed.)

Rather than visit or transmit some important message to me, all she appeared to want was to rest. She kept crawling back into her bed. I’ve asked myself over and over, what does this mean?

Perhaps, it was the simplest of all messages I have received from my deceased loved ones. Could it be she was simply letting me know that she is Resting in Peace?

I am happy with that. Thanking the good Lord, I am grateful for every communication I receive from the saints.