My Sweet, Sweet Husband Read Count : 33
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Yesterday marked two years since my husband left this realm of reality that is our planet, Earth. He is out there now on the ultimate adventure and a part of me is a little jealous.
I'm not suicidal or anything, I just am so curious about what is beyond our limited knowledge and understanding of the afterlife and what happens to us. It's fascinating.
One thing I know for certain is that we don't really die. The part of us that is "us", or the soul is made up of energy. The law of conservation of energy states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can only be transformed or transferred from one form to another.
I know Keith is still around because I feel him all the time. Sometimes I can even hear him if I'm quiet and still long enough to pay attention. Then there are the dreams.
He hasn't come to me more than a handful of times in my dreams that I can recall. When he does though, it always seems like a real visit. It's different from a normal dream. It feels as if we are in a different dimension and we are the only two entities that exist there.
Yesterday, I pretty much stayed in bed. I slept off and on and during one of my naps, Keith came.
He picked me up from someplace and said, "Are you ready, dear?" I ran up to him and threw my arms around him immediately in tears and exclaimed, "Where have you been?? You were gone forever, I thought you were dead!" He replied, "Now, you know I'm not dead, right?" I looked up at him incredulously and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know that, but why can't I see you anytime I want?” He said something poignant to me and I remembered the gist of it when I woke up so I looked it up. It was a quote by the poet Emily Dickinson. Keith smiled at me and said, “Forever is composed of moments." Frustrated I asked what he meant and he basically said that I have many things to accomplish while I'm here. Be patient and take nothing for granted. He said he will always be close by, keeping watch, and loving me.
He said after my series of moments on this plane of existence, he will come for me and we can be together. Until then I must be satisfied with the lovely invasion into my sleep.
We ended our visit with something we said to each other every day we were together. I said, "You are my sweet, sweet husband." He returned with, "And you are my lovely wife."
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