He came to me

I just woke up from a dream. I was in the street and I heard footsteps clattering up behind me. I turned and it was my hubby. Hair blowing behind him, his jacket flapping. He said a couple of words, something like ‘I’m here’? But then I woke up.

It’s not much of a story, but it was comforting. The thought that he is around somewhere, even if its just in my imagination made me feel better.

2 thoughts on “He came to me

  1. I don’t think we know much about death. A couple of times something similar has happened to me. When my neighbor died, she “came” over to tell me. It happened when my niece’ grandma (not my mom) who was a dear friend died. She showed up beside my bed to tell me good-bye. I didn’t know either of these people had died. Imagination or paranormal experience, if it makes us feel better.

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