My husband passed away in November 2008. I was only 44 years old with a 14 year old son at home. I went through the motions at Christmas and felt like a detached observer of others’ joy. But my husband still appeared to me in my dreams, I still remembered the sound of his voice, I could remember his smell and his smile...I came to see these as wonderful gifts. Your wound is still fresh. Please come to grips with the fact that you will hurt...you will grieve...the holiday may be almost unbearable for you, but this hurt is an honorable thing. With every tear you honor him. One day, in the not too distant future, you will also be able to recognize the gifts left behind. I pray that you find peace in knowing that you were blessed with the time that you had with a spouse you clearly adored. God bless you!
Funny. I took care of a friend for 6 years and still have dreams that are so real I wake up and can’t go back to sleep.
For the 1st year after I would frequently get up running to her voice, thinking she needed help.
I ran into the wall a couple times and a door jam twice, giving myself a black eye.
LOL!!! Can’t believe that one.
Stupid I guess.
Maybe she will leave me alone tonight. She doesn’t have to.
bttt
So sorry. Mine died in 2006 just 2 years after our younger daughter died. I still have dreams and they seem so real. We had a small company which our other daughter runs. She and the other employees see him all the time at the company. I know some do not believe in that but my sil who thought we were nuts, has seen him at work, too. In some of the dreams he says what he always asked us, “did you learn something?” I do not know where my family gets this “gift” but my mom was the same way. We never dared to misbehave because she would know. My grandson who is 28 showed this ability when he was about 4. Now, my granddaughter is very sensitive to things around her. She is nearly 7 and when she was about 3/4 she would not go in a hall at her daddy’s grandmother’s. It was like she was spooked by something there. We just accept it for what it is-— nothing nusual. My great grandmother was a Cherokee and we say it is from her. Who knows? We are just odd! We are blessed.
See? She knows.
I won’t exactly heal, but it will ease. Just not for a while. If you’d like to call me, I’m going to FReepmail you my phone number. We can talk about your wonderful memories!! Absolutely your choice. God bless.