(quote) Lauren-927923 said: I wish I could at least see him in my dreams. . .but I can't, although the other night I was kind of napping on the couch and i had the very distinct feeling, image of him coming towards me to kiss me on the cheek and I actually turned, so excited and realized I was there in the house with only the pets. . .I never doubted that I would see my loved ones again, until Pete was killed. . .now there is a part of me that doubts and I hate that. It's like expecting the next shoe to drop. . . He yanked him away just as we were planning the next phase of our life and it would be just my luck to get to heaven and find out I couldn't see him again.
Please forgive me, I've been a little weepy tonight and it seems like every time I turn around there is a sad song or a video I should not have watched lol. . .I usually am better at maintaining a chin up.
My friend's mother passed away right after Pete and I got married. She had had a surgery and she never really recovered but no one could figure out what exactly was wrong. Her bowel had died somehow and she passed away. While she hadn't felt well for awhile, no one really expected her to die, but she did. Her father was devastated. He asked St. Therese to give him some sign that she was okay. He had a large vase that sits on the ground, he was going through things one day and got to the vase and noticed something down inside of it, he reached in and pulled out a long stemmed rose, one that he had given to his wife before she had died and it was in perfect dewy condition, as if it had just been picked. He took that to be his sign and it brought him great peace.
Lauren, that is absolutely beautiful. Yes I have had somewhat similar experiences but the strangest dreams where my husband returns and we have a conversation...and sometimes there is just the closeness. Right after he passed away, about two or three weeks later, I was in bed on a Sunday morning and tried to talk myself into getting out of bed. I felt someone's arms around me so I just laid there and enjoyed the comfort. I got up a few moments later to find no one there. Later that day, a friend stopped by with a single rose. She said, "Something told me to buy you a flower because that is what John would do for the holidays." I stood there with my mouth open. By the way, this happened the day before Valentines' day and John was not gone one month. The Holy Spirit or maybe he was at work.
Isn't there a scripture verse that says there will be no more tears in heaven?