Widows & Widowers Support Group

Yes, I talk to Don even after two years without him. It used to be talking out loud, but now it has changed to a knowledge instead of a presence. I don't know how to explain it, maybe someone else knows what I mean. All I can say is he was with me for a long time just like you have said but the time came that I 'released his spirit' . My love for him has never waivered and it remains today part of who I am. Cherish your intimate time with him and let it make you strong and heal. They will stay with you for as long as you need them to because they chose to be your comfort and love you still. They exist through those who love them and that never dies. Sharon

I talk to my husband sometimes too. We lived together almost 30 yrs. & knew each others thoughts so well. Speech wasn't always necessary between us. Sometimes now I ask him things & he seems to answer from within. It's comforting.

But I had an experience a couple of weeks ago where I honestly thought he was talking to me. I had just broken my foot & was back from a long day at the hospital & pharmacy. I had taken a Vicodin & was laying on the couch icing my foot & watching TV. I was in a very relaxed state & wasn't thinking about anything except how good it felt to finally be out of pain & resting. I started feeling drowsy so I turned off the TV & began to nod off when I started hearing a male voice talking low. It was not a voice I recognized. I just assumed it was leftover chatter in my head from the TV or maybe I was dreaming it. I knew that if I listened intently I could make out the words but I chose to ignore them because it didn't seem important or like they were directed at me. It sounded like an anchorman delivering the news or something at low volume.
It kept mumbling away & I didn't pay any attention to what it was saying until the very end when it suddenly became louder & sounded like it was right next to my ear & it said "I love you, hon"
I almost jumped out of my skin & looked around expecting to see someone there but the room was empty. I sat up & said "I love you too!" & then it was gone. I found myself crying & kicking myself for not listening to the whole conversation.

My husband died rather unexpectantly (never woke up from neurosurgery) so neither of us got a chance to really say goodbye to each other or have any real sense of closure. I know that if he could speak to me he would because he was always there to comfort me in life. I keep hoping to hear from him again.

I honestly think that hearing them talk to us and conversing with them is real and that it's a gift from God to bring us comfort during the seperation...Wes was a Navy Seabee and I keep hearing him say he's been deployed but it won't be that long til we are back together...I would not think to say that at all..a totally unique view of the situation, independent of my thought process. It's comforting...God bless you all in your sorrow.

My husband died while we were on vacation in Mexico. After we ( my brother and sisters in-laws) returned to the Villa I needed to be alone. I stood in front of the door where a few hours earlier I had found my beloved husband near death and dreaded going in. The thought made my blood run cold. But I had to be alone, the need was overwhelming. So I entered that room. My mind was screaming, "No No" and "Why Why" I heard my husbands voice say to me, " It was my time" As I thought of all the what ifs and if onlys twice more I heard ,"It was my time". I stood shocked and traumatized by all that had occurred for I don't know how long. Suddenly I was realized I was smiling and couldn't understand it. Then I had an explosion of feeling. I've never had an experience like it. I was bathed in love, warmth, peace, love and estacy. My mind was whirling it was a out of this world experience. As I struggled to make sense of it all It was made known to me (the best way I can explain it) that at that moment I was experiencing what David was feeling. It was a gift given to me to assure me my Husband had passed onto glory. Not only was he o.k he was joyous. I have had many more spirtual experiences and have felt my husbands presence so strongly. Whenever I am about to go under I can revisit this and other experiences. But I have realized as time goes on I am getting busy and revisiting less when what I should be doing is drawing closer and growing deeper in my faith. We have to stay close to God or the ways of the world and our own human natures, cares and concerns take us away. Sometimes, I think my husband went to Heaven to complete what he tried to do on Earth. To bring his family and friends to Christ. He was ready to go. We just weren't ready to lose him. As I dwelt in the quiet place yesterday I heard him say "I can't help you Sandy" With the Holy Spirits help I understood my faith walk was up to me now. My husband had done all he could.

Thanks for sharing Sandy, I had some spiritual experiences too surrounding Wes's departure...it's a great comfort to me and they were gifts from God..I think sometimes they leave us so early in order for us to focus more on eternal things and the importance of being ready for our own eternal futures...I ponder on heaven alot more these days and look foward to going there more than I ever have and I've been a christian since I was 10 years old...when the struggles of this life are over, I know I've got Wes waiting to show me around heaven...can't wait til that day comes!

The first few weeks and months I cried all the way to work and all the way home. I said if I ever got stopped, they would commit me. I think it is a natural thing to do, to speak to our loved ones. I still have my husbands picture in the car and talk to him daily. At least I am not crying all the time now. I tell him to watch over me and how much I love him and miss him. and that my life will never be the same. It does seem to help me and give me comfort by doing this.

I guess I must be the odd duck, because I don't talk to Bob in the car, I talk to him at home. Silly mondain things, like Honey I'm getting in the shower now. If anyone heard I'm sure they'd have me comited. But alot of us talk to our passed loved ones, my Dad passed 17 years ago and I still talk to him. The day that Bob passed, I told Dad, Watch for Bob he's on his way.