I have never told this story and it’s absolutely true.
In 2005 my husband died of lung cancer, he died after spending over a week in hospice, mostly not conscious. From the time he went in we knew he wasn’t leaving and I decided to stay there with him from beginning to end. I ate there, I showered there, I slept there. It was hard but it felt right. He was basically not awake for a week, he moaned a lot, you could tell there was pain. Right before he passed the nurses for some reason in the middle of the night decided to have a long talk with me about letting him go, that it’s possible he was not letting go because of me being there, and that I should tell him it was ok. So the next day I decided to go home and do a load of laundry, before I left I told him he didn’t have to stay anymore he could go, the girls and I would be ok. Well as you can guess on my way back to hospice I got the call he had passed. Things are a big blur after that.
Jump forward I started dating a man I had known in my high school years and I started hearing a voice in my head, a very nagging voice. The only thing this voice ever said was “Do you know how much I love you?” it was constant to the point I was getting annoyed and worrying about my sanity. I didn’t acknowledge it, I just dealt with the constant voice in my head as best I can, it would happen at all hours.
Many weeks into this I finally had had enough, I started to listen and think about it, and I thought what or who could this be, and it came to me, it was my husband. As soon as I asked…in my head if this was him, I heard the question again and then another statement. “I know all that you did for me” it made me happy. I accepted it, I was grateful for it, and I never heard it again. Sure it could have been my subconscious trying to put a cap on things but I think it was something else, someone else.
True story.Message From Beyond