We have all lost loved ones, let's face it. I lost my wonderful spouse, John, almost 8 years ago and it was the hardest thing I've 'ever' faced in my entire life. It was far worse than 'any' physical pain you can imagine. Someone could have stuck me in the gut with a Bowie knife, and I'd have pulled it out & laughed compared to losing my special soulmate. Believe me!
I lost John to a catastrophic illness. Nothing I could do, or the doctors could save him and believe me we tried. I had to accept the fact that it was just 'his' time as someday it'll be mine. We 'all' have 'that' appointment to keep. Like it, or not.
I was in a state of emotional melt down. Yet somehow God kept me going! I give credit where credit is due. I managed to do my work, take care of the medical bills, and what have you. I don't know 'how' I even did it, but I did.
My sister-in-law, Beth helped tremendously. That was her brother. We cried on each other's shoulders and gave each other emotional support. She and John had a falling out the year before he passed and she felt so guilty over that. She always 'wanted' to reconcile with him, but never got the chance.
About 3 weeks after his passing, she had the first visit from John. She told me that she was in bed when she saw the room light up. She heard his voice greeting her. She jumped out of bed. Lo, and behold; there was John sitting in the chair next to the bed looking as healthy, and robust as ever she saw him. She was above and beyond thrilled to see him. She sat on the side of the bed to grab his hand and talk to him. She told him how sorry she was and that she loved him and wanted his forgiveness. He said he loved her and apologized for his part in the misunderstanding that caused the hard feelings in the first place. He told her he was alright now and knew how she was feeling. He, also, told her that he was aware of my pain, and how much I loved him. He said he'd visit me also. She was so happy to hear and talk to him. They talked for about 10-15 minutes then he said he had to go. She didn't want him to, but he told her he 'had' to. Next thing she knew she was sitting on the bed staring at an empty chair. Her husband was still sleeping and had never woken up during her conversation with John. She felt such joy and peace after that.
I was a bit envious that my husband went to his sister first when 'I' was suffering so much grief and hurting so horrifically. Beth figured it out and explained that my extreme grief was putting up an emotional wall of sorts that made it difficult for him to penetrate. I couldn't help 'how' I felt at that time.
I endured about 3 months of extreme grief and crying. Finally, I was to the point of complete emotional exhaustion and physical collapse. One night when I went to bed, I thought I'd just pass out. I didn't. I just laid there, but I was truly drained. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of an arm wrap around my waist. I was startled until John spoke to me. He said " that's right. It's really me Sweetie!". I leapt up from bed, and he got up with me. I actually saw him, embraced him, and felt his warm, passionate kiss on my lips. I turned on the bedroom light. I cried and sat at the foot of the bed with John beside me. He was glowing with health. He looked positively wonderful. I began telling him how much I loved and missed him. He smiled and said he knew I did. He said he'd always love me and watch over me from time to time. He told me that I'd be alright. He said "No matter what. You'll be O.K. Sweetie. You're a fighter. Not a quitter. You'll be alright, I promise!".
He said what I yearned and absolutely 'needed' to hear. He told me he had to leave. I asked him to stay, but he reiterated that he had to go. He told me he's perfectly alright, and would always love me, and look in on me in the future. He 'has', too!
I'm here to confirm to anyone whose gone through or going through this kind of loss. Spiritual visits are absolutely real, provide comfort and extraordinary peace of mind. Let this personal story give you strength, and assurance like it has for me.