Post by darkmoon on Mar 13, 2006 12:08:50 GMT -5
This is a very special and personal story I am about to tell. This happened on July 3rd and 4th in the year 1991. I was the only witness to the July 3rd episode, but my entire family witnessed the one on July4th. July 3rd was in Mt Joy Pa at my apartment, the 4th was at my parents home in Wrightsville.
My husband was living in San Diego because of having a heart transplant there, he was 33 at the time he got it, and stayed with his mother there because he had the best Dr.s. While I, and the boys, lived here. Well he only lived a little over a year with the new heart and never made it back to Pa. to us.
He was burried out there as well and I didn't have the money for all of us to go, so I sent one son. On the night after he was laid to rest as I lay crying, soaked with tears and sweat because it was very hot. I felt a very cool concentrated breeze blow up along my neck. I had no fan, and there was no air blowing. I was just one of those airless hot sticky nights. At the same time I smelled the most wonderful smell. Like cinnimon, fresh rain in a mossy glen, and maybe it was lillies. it was a flowery smell though. I knew it was my husband. So I said, "if thats you, do it again on the count of three." and on three he did it again. I must have done this at least 7 times, then I fell fast asleep.
On the 4th, I took the other two boys to my Parents to their cook out. My husband used to bend my mothers sthingys to form a ladle. She was always giving him heck for doing this. Well he hadn't been in her home for over two years, and there were no more bent sthingys. When I went to get the sthingys out for the salads and such, every one in the drawer was bent. My mom grabbed a handful and shook them into the air and yelled at him as she would have if he were right there. I am sure he was. He came to bid farewell. I know he was laughing, but I cried with a smile on my face.
From time to time, when I am missing him or feel I need him, I smell that same smell, and can feel an energy enveloping me like a grand hug. My whole body tingles with a tiny hair raising electricity. Its wonderful to know he is still there when I need him most.
My husband was living in San Diego because of having a heart transplant there, he was 33 at the time he got it, and stayed with his mother there because he had the best Dr.s. While I, and the boys, lived here. Well he only lived a little over a year with the new heart and never made it back to Pa. to us.
He was burried out there as well and I didn't have the money for all of us to go, so I sent one son. On the night after he was laid to rest as I lay crying, soaked with tears and sweat because it was very hot. I felt a very cool concentrated breeze blow up along my neck. I had no fan, and there was no air blowing. I was just one of those airless hot sticky nights. At the same time I smelled the most wonderful smell. Like cinnimon, fresh rain in a mossy glen, and maybe it was lillies. it was a flowery smell though. I knew it was my husband. So I said, "if thats you, do it again on the count of three." and on three he did it again. I must have done this at least 7 times, then I fell fast asleep.
On the 4th, I took the other two boys to my Parents to their cook out. My husband used to bend my mothers sthingys to form a ladle. She was always giving him heck for doing this. Well he hadn't been in her home for over two years, and there were no more bent sthingys. When I went to get the sthingys out for the salads and such, every one in the drawer was bent. My mom grabbed a handful and shook them into the air and yelled at him as she would have if he were right there. I am sure he was. He came to bid farewell. I know he was laughing, but I cried with a smile on my face.
From time to time, when I am missing him or feel I need him, I smell that same smell, and can feel an energy enveloping me like a grand hug. My whole body tingles with a tiny hair raising electricity. Its wonderful to know he is still there when I need him most.
