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My EX husband who I was married to for almost 15 yrs. passed away about 2 weeks ago!!
It was not expected. He died of a massive heart attack, in his home, alone. What a shocker!!!
Anyway, I need for him to come to me, and let me know somehow that he made it, and he is ok!
Whether this is through a dream, or something else, I`m not going to rest in peace for his soul until he sends me a sign!
We have always talked about this, when we were married, about whoever reached the other side first, to let the other one know somehow, that they were ok.
Where is he? Why isn`t he letting me know anything? Is he stuck, since he died so instantly? Does he realize that he is dead?
Help!!!! My son is only 15, and he and his Dad were best of friends too, so he is in denial that he is gone.
How can we reach him, just to get the chance to say goodbye? Some say....just talk to him like he is sitting there with you. I tried that, and I honestly don`t feel any fibe, or a hint of him even being around us at all. I must say goodbye, and chat a few min. I wasn`t ready for him to die!!!!!!!
So...yeah, I`m a little crazy these days since he passed, but I had some things left unsaid that I needed to say. He was too young too die!! 58
Was wondering where you have been. I sent you a DM.
Only 2 weeks....he is just settling in...time is different on the Other Side.
It took a yr for my friend to finally have a dream of her son she found suicided.
I wish you that same peace one day.
xxoo
My FIL died suddenly in 1987, after 45+ years of love and devotion to his wife. They were both devoutly religious, she spent much of the next few years on her knees seeking a sign that never came. Thankfully, she eventually moved on
Yet here's a thing. My mom passed away in 2008. She and I had a long acrimonious relationship that was tempered by our belief in the redeeming power of forgiveness. In a nutshell, that meant we both ultimately let go of all grudges but we never were close. She had a lingering terminal illness, and I was ready to let her go. I didn't and still don't particularly miss her. I buried her and settled her estate without giving a thought otherwise to her passing. Over and done with.
One year to the day after she passed I had a completely unexpected and unsought experience that shook me to the core. That's been 3+ years and it's still hard for me to type this. She came to me, in the only loving and lovable form in which I would have accepted her. It was unmistakably her, she unmistakably appeared to me in a form, loving and transcendent, that I could never have anticipated or imagined. For what it's worth, I didn't immediately recognize that it was the anniversary of her death, I seldom thought about her at all.
I won't pretend to know why this happened, especially since I had never sought any contact with her. But it did happen and my world view is forever tempered by it. I truly wish everyone could experience it.
All that is yada yada and doesn't really help you but this is my take: just let it go, you're trying too hard.
Give him an internal good-bye, let him know you're here, then get on with your life. Your straining and sighing won't get you there and in fact is likely working against you. If there's some reason you and he need to make contact, it will happen eventually. Let go and let God, whether or not you hear from your ex.
Peace.
One year to the day after she passed I had a completely unexpected and unsought experience that shook me to the core. That's been 3+ years and it's still hard for me to type this. She came to me, in the only loving and lovable form in which I would have accepted her. It was unmistakably her, she unmistakably appeared to me in a form, loving and transcendent, that I could never have anticipated or imagined. For what it's worth, I didn't immediately recognize that it was the anniversary of her death, I seldom thought about her at all.
I would say that your sign will probably come when you least expect it, and it will be unquestionably from him, a definite sign that only you and/ or your son will recognize.
Not ghostly, more like … a vision or lucid dream, don't know how to put it. I encountered her, or rather she vividly visited and interacted with me, as I was awaking. The sensory aspects were incidental, it was far deeper and more visceral than I can describe, words fail. TheShadow nailed it - I experienced her presence in a form that 1) only I, out of all the people in the world would recognize, and 2) the only possible form that would get my attention, that I couldn't deny. For what it's worth, she was in human form - herself as an 8-year-old child, one that I never knew of course but one that held significance for me. She demanded my attention, looked me straight in the eyes (I'll never forget those piercing eyes, there was no way I could look away from them), wrapped her arms around my legs, and refused to let go until I acknowledged the intense love she was emanating. Love that wasn't an emotion at all but was palpable in the most literal sense. She wasn't glowing or angelic or otherworldly but was a solemn child with an "old soul" aspect, no smile, only that intense gaze that defies description.
I know that doesn't satisfy curiosity but it's all I can relate without going into pages of boring back story. For me the surprising thing was that it happened despite that she and I, in life, never had anything remotely like a close or sentimental mother-daughter bond. Or as I like to think, maybe it happened just because of that and because we both declined to hold grudges, were willing to forgive and let bygones be bygones.
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Not ghostly, more like … a vision or lucid dream, don't know how to put it. I encountered her, or rather she vividly visited and interacted with me, as I was awaking. The sensory aspects were incidental, it was far deeper and more visceral than I can describe, words fail. TheShadow nailed it - I experienced her presence in a form that 1) only I, out of all the people in the world would recognize, and 2) the only possible form that would get my attention, that I couldn't deny. For what it's worth, she was in human form - herself as an 8-year-old child, one that I never knew of course but one that held significance for me. She demanded my attention, looked me straight in the eyes (I'll never forget those piercing eyes, there was no way I could look away from them), wrapped her arms around my legs, and refused to let go until I acknowledged the intense love she was emanating. Love that wasn't an emotion at all but was palpable in the most literal sense. She wasn't glowing or angelic or otherworldly but was a solemn child with an "old soul" aspect, no smile, only that intense gaze that defies description.
I know that doesn't satisfy curiosity but it's all I can relate without going into pages of boring back story. For me the surprising thing was that it happened despite that she and I, in life, never had anything remotely like a close or sentimental mother-daughter bond. Or as I like to think, maybe it happened just because of that and because we both declined to hold grudges, were willing to forgive and let bygones be bygones.
Such a wonderful story.
I can totally relate to this and the post above. It was much this way between my father and I, he was a bit of a jerk, but everything else about hanging out with him was fun (museums, camping, etc). He said good riddance to me the day I turned 18. I did not think about him much until I was pregnant with my first child. And the only thought that came then was 'The next time I see him, he will be either dead or dying.' In Fall, 2 years later I was pregnant with my second child and got the call- he was in the hospital dying. I lived 5 hours away and would not arrive in time.
Even though I adored my dad for who he was in regards to his interests, I was able to detach emotionally and still love my father. I understood he was a tortured soul. Of all the things to be sad about, the only thing was the fact that he would never meet his grandson. I was an only child and a girl when dad wanted a boy, what a way to start a father/daughter relationship, right?
My first child was born the week of Earthday, my father was and environmental conservationist long before most people were aware of the destruction of the Amazon. By profession he was an entomologist.
My father came to me on Earthday following the birth of my second son. I was enjoying the morning sunshine with my two boys, the older playing close by and the infant in his portable nest. I thought then about my dad and how my uncle had told me how pleased my father was when he was told that I had a son. 'I have two boys now'....at that moment for no reason, I turned around and I see on the ridge above our spring, two bucks (two boys, and my father was also a Gemini, the twins), they were just standing there looking at me. Suddenly the trees along the ridge leading to the spring began to 'rain' moths, they fell and then flew in the direction of the two deer.
I knew that was my father's way of saying that he could see me and the boys.
This shows that sometimes it take time to 'set things up' to leave the right kind of message.
Not ghostly, more like … a vision or lucid dream, don't know how to put it. I encountered her, or rather she vividly visited and interacted with me, as I was awaking. The sensory aspects were incidental, it was far deeper and more visceral than I can describe, words fail. TheShadow nailed it - I experienced her presence in a form that 1) only I, out of all the people in the world would recognize, and 2) the only possible form that would get my attention, that I couldn't deny. For what it's worth, she was in human form - herself as an 8-year-old child, one that I never knew of course but one that held significance for me. She demanded my attention, looked me straight in the eyes (I'll never forget those piercing eyes, there was no way I could look away from them), wrapped her arms around my legs, and refused to let go until I acknowledged the intense love she was emanating. Love that wasn't an emotion at all but was palpable in the most literal sense. She wasn't glowing or angelic or otherworldly but was a solemn child with an "old soul" aspect, no smile, only that intense gaze that defies description.
I know that doesn't satisfy curiosity but it's all I can relate without going into pages of boring back story. For me the surprising thing was that it happened despite that she and I, in life, never had anything remotely like a close or sentimental mother-daughter bond. Or as I like to think, maybe it happened just because of that and because we both declined to hold grudges, were willing to forgive and let bygones be bygones.
Without the background of things, so, it is basically like this...... you're at the mall, and a strange 8-year old girl came to you and wrapped her arms around you? And this whole incident makes you feel weird?
My father passed away unexpectedly 3 weeks ago, I know how you feel. I need/want to communicate with him so badly. I will try suggestions that were posted by others on this thread. Good luck, I hope you get to communicate or get some kind of sign soon.
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