Loved Ones Visiting

Rebelmama,

You've come to the right place, no one here will think you're crazy. I think it's really cool that you acknowledge they're both still around you and I'm sure it means to world to them too. ❤

Loved ones that have passed on are always looking out for us, it's something I've believed in since my dad passed away over 2 decades ago, you will get little telltale signs, just their way of letting you know that they are around, watching and guiding you.

Rebelmama: No! You do not sound crazy. You've had spiritual visitations. You see. Spiritual visitations are 'very' close to MY heart.
I wish to express my sincere condolences over your losses. However, they ARE with you in times of sadness, or uncertainty. I believe that.
Allow me to explain. I lost my WONDERFUL husband almost 12 years ago, & I still feel him with me from time to time. I realize he is in a much better place now, but he has visited me during times of great stress, or when I'm so overwhelmed as to what to do in certain circumstances.
He, first visited his sister, about a month after his passing to assure her he was alright, & tell her that he knew how we were feeling. He stayed for several minutes. He told her he loved her, & they talked for a while. Then he announced that he had to leave, but she begged him to stay. He told her that he 'had' to go, but he was alright. After which he left, & she was sitting on the bed with the lights on looking [at] an empty chair. She said she felt such peace, & joy after that visit.
I envied her, & asked 'why' he didn't see me first. She explained that I was so very deeply grieving that those emotions were putting up a barrier so strong that he couldn't penetrate it.
She was in a completely exhausted, & relaxed state [at] the time, although wide awake when it happened.
He came to see me a little over a month after he visited her. I was in bed attempting to sleep, but wide awake. However, I was completely exhausted from all the crying I had done over missing him. I, suddenly, felt his arm slip around my waist, & I heard his voice. He told me "that's right, Sweetie. It's really me!". I jumped up out of bed. He got up behind me. We embraced. I held him, & kissed him, then we sat down on the foot of the bed holding hands all the while. I touched him, & he was just as solid as anyone. We talked for several minutes. He told me he loved me, & that I'll be alright, & he knows how I was feeling, but I'll be alright, & manage. He said he had to leave, but I begged him not to go. He said he had to, but he was better than he'd ever been, & would always love me. I wound up sitting on the end of the bed staring [at] the empty spot he was sitting in with the bedroom lights turned on. This was not a dream. It happened. I felt such peace, & began crying, but they were tears of extreme joy knowing he was there with me, & loved me. He wasn't suffering anymore. He was whole again. He was alright, & he wanted me to know.
I'm crying typing all this, but I wanted to offer you my opinion. It's not cast in stone, but it sounds to me, like you've had spiritual visitations. I, still, feel him with me from time to time.
Now, 'you' can think I'm crazy, but nonetheless, I'm relating what happened with me to you, & offering up my considered opinion.
I hope you didn't mind, & this was a good read!

The Very Best! 😊 😊