Is it Possible for Our Passed Loved Ones to Visit?

Life lesson: Accept the unknown. The experience may prove to be beneficial.

I caught a brief glimpse of someone, or something, a shadow, that went around the corner into the hall. I am by myself, except for the dog. She is right here beside me.

I had been texting my friend on and off for several minutes, maybe an hour. I was sitting at my table, looking into the great room and the entryway into the hall.

I decided it would be a good idea to see if someone had sneaked into the house. There was no one in any of the rooms.

It did, however, feel full in the house, which scared me. What if my wife had come back to visit? I have a friend who has experienced this. She tells me it does happen, although I have never seen her visitors.

The possibility of a visit from my wife put me into a state of extreme grief. If she was here visiting me in an altered state, she should still be here. I don’t want to lose her again.

It was terrible when I released her the first time. On the “Day of the Dead,” I released her and sent her to go and be with her mother, who has been deceased for many years. I told her it would be OK, and that I would be OK. She had wanted to be with her mother for the last several years during her illness, which was Dementia. Again, I felt extreme grief. Grief that robs a body of all strength, grief that sends me collapsing into a chair.

The rest of the evening, when I would prepare to go into a bedroom, it felt like I would find her or someone there. When I came back into the great room, around the corner, I would expect someone to be sitting in her chair.

This went on all evening, leaving me exhausted. I didn’t want to have to go through losing her again and again.

I know my body was exhausted to begin with that day. I had only slept three hours the night before, then had gone shopping for several hours earlier in the day.

Were my senses conjuring up her presence? Did I need someone so extremely that I created a presence? I surely don’t know. What I do know is that the house felt full all evening. And I was hit with grief with each episode of presence.

I don’t think this is re-entering life. It isn’t a setback either. It was a strange occurrence. I was so grateful I had my dog, as she comforted me all evening. That seems to be a big job for such a little dog.

Have you had strange episodes? Episodes that defy scientific explanations?

Let me know how you are doing. I care.

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