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I was reading a thread on another board and the stories people told were fantastic.
I know we've discussed this before..in general terms and stories, but I'm curious to know if anyone else has experiences with someone they've loved and lost coming back to "visit" them.
Things have been pretty active in my home for the last 10 weeks (yep, he's been gone that long already), as I'm sure you can imagine.
These things don't scare me, but they've certainly made me take a step or two back and made the hair on the back of my neck raise.
Since Corky has been gone...
He's come to see me several times.
The Monday Corky died I had scrubbed....and I mean scrubbed...my entire master bathroom, before I went to work. The accident happened and the kids and I stayed up by where he was until Wednesday morning. We came home Wednesday morning, I walked in my master bathroom and found - sitting as plain as day - a sapphire earring I had lost 3 weeks previously, perched up on a freshly washed bathroom rug. He died the day after Mother's Day - and those earrings had been purchased for me for Mother's Day 6 years previously. I was crushed that I'd lost it......but I absolutely believe he brought it back to me.
The Memorial Service was Monday, 5/22. My best friend and I went and got Memorial Tattoos (the rose) before the service that day. While we were down there I was looking through the tattoo art displays and spotted some stuff I thought Dave (the guy I'd been seeing) would like, so I snapped some pics with my cell phone and composed a text message to Dave. As I go to hit send, my cell phone shuts off. I turn it back on, compose the message again and the only picture on my cell phone is this one:
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I had scores of pictures on my phone, but that's the only one that showed up. - He had sent that picture to me 3 days before he died. I shut my phone back off, turned it back on, and the only pictures that showed were the above picture and 2 pictures of the accident site:
and 
....and it shut down again. My best friend and I were totally freaked out. I sat back, chuckled, looked up at the Heavens and said, "You're right baby. I'm here for you, I'll talk to Dave later." - And then my phone worked fine.
About 5 weeks ago, I was home alone and making a zillion phone calls from the house phone. I got off the phone with a couple of insurance people and collectors and I was angry. Not just a little angry with Corky, but FURIOUS. I stood here in my living room ranting and raving at him for not handling things like he promised me, for leaving me alone, for leaving our children, for things being such a mess. It took me about 5 minutes to get it out of my system. As I started to walk down the hallway, my cell phone - sitting on the kitchen counter plugged in starts playing Mary J. Blige "Be Without You". It was fairly low through the first verse of the song, but when it hit the chorus, it started blaring:
Then it quieted down for the rest of the song. I stood there frozen and bawling. When it was done playing I could finally move again. I walked over, picked up the phone and I'll be damned if the power wasn't off on it again. I marched straight back to my bedroom where I have an 8x10 picture of him...and hollered at him. "I KNOW you hated it when I was mad at you, baby, but I GET to be angry. You've gotta let me work through this."
Now? Now he comes to see me in my dreams. He takes me dancing, we talk about the kids, he holds me and tells me he's sorry he had to go, and he tells me "Wife, don't be crabby. WIFE! Don't be crabby! Super-heros never die."
What about you?
I know we've discussed this before..in general terms and stories, but I'm curious to know if anyone else has experiences with someone they've loved and lost coming back to "visit" them.
Things have been pretty active in my home for the last 10 weeks (yep, he's been gone that long already), as I'm sure you can imagine.
These things don't scare me, but they've certainly made me take a step or two back and made the hair on the back of my neck raise.
Since Corky has been gone...
He's come to see me several times.
The Monday Corky died I had scrubbed....and I mean scrubbed...my entire master bathroom, before I went to work. The accident happened and the kids and I stayed up by where he was until Wednesday morning. We came home Wednesday morning, I walked in my master bathroom and found - sitting as plain as day - a sapphire earring I had lost 3 weeks previously, perched up on a freshly washed bathroom rug. He died the day after Mother's Day - and those earrings had been purchased for me for Mother's Day 6 years previously. I was crushed that I'd lost it......but I absolutely believe he brought it back to me.
The Memorial Service was Monday, 5/22. My best friend and I went and got Memorial Tattoos (the rose) before the service that day. While we were down there I was looking through the tattoo art displays and spotted some stuff I thought Dave (the guy I'd been seeing) would like, so I snapped some pics with my cell phone and composed a text message to Dave. As I go to hit send, my cell phone shuts off. I turn it back on, compose the message again and the only picture on my cell phone is this one:
. I had scores of pictures on my phone, but that's the only one that showed up. - He had sent that picture to me 3 days before he died. I shut my phone back off, turned it back on, and the only pictures that showed were the above picture and 2 pictures of the accident site:
and ....and it shut down again. My best friend and I were totally freaked out. I sat back, chuckled, looked up at the Heavens and said, "You're right baby. I'm here for you, I'll talk to Dave later." - And then my phone worked fine.
About 5 weeks ago, I was home alone and making a zillion phone calls from the house phone. I got off the phone with a couple of insurance people and collectors and I was angry. Not just a little angry with Corky, but FURIOUS. I stood here in my living room ranting and raving at him for not handling things like he promised me, for leaving me alone, for leaving our children, for things being such a mess. It took me about 5 minutes to get it out of my system. As I started to walk down the hallway, my cell phone - sitting on the kitchen counter plugged in starts playing Mary J. Blige "Be Without You". It was fairly low through the first verse of the song, but when it hit the chorus, it started blaring:
Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)
And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)
Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
I got a question for ya
See I already know the answer
But still I wanna ask you
Would you lie? (no)
Make me cry? (no)
Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?
Well, neither would I, baby
My love is only your love (yes)
I'll be faithful (yes)
I'm for real (yes)
And with us you'll always know the deal
We've been...
And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)
Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
I got a question for ya
See I already know the answer
But still I wanna ask you
Would you lie? (no)
Make me cry? (no)
Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?
Well, neither would I, baby
My love is only your love (yes)
I'll be faithful (yes)
I'm for real (yes)
And with us you'll always know the deal
We've been...
Then it quieted down for the rest of the song. I stood there frozen and bawling. When it was done playing I could finally move again. I walked over, picked up the phone and I'll be damned if the power wasn't off on it again. I marched straight back to my bedroom where I have an 8x10 picture of him...and hollered at him. "I KNOW you hated it when I was mad at you, baby, but I GET to be angry. You've gotta let me work through this."
Now? Now he comes to see me in my dreams. He takes me dancing, we talk about the kids, he holds me and tells me he's sorry he had to go, and he tells me "Wife, don't be crabby. WIFE! Don't be crabby! Super-heros never die."
What about you?
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