I talked with the sweetest man yesterday. His name is Bill. I met him by almost bumping into him as I abruptly stopped in front of a store. A pretty spring blouse had caught my eye. I apologized and went inside to get a closer look.
“Excuse me,” he said. I looked up and saw that he had followed me inside. “Can I see your left hand?” taken aback I lifted my left hand to him asking “Why do you ask?” “Oh, I see that you are married.” he replied. “I was wanting someone to eat lunch with to talk to because my wife just died earlier this year.”
Right then I just knew we were meant to meet and to have this little talk. “I am so sorry to hear that.” I returned. They were married for over 62 years. She was “only” 81… and he is 86.
He went on to explain how had lost his wife in February of this year after having to admit her into a nursing home. He expressed regret of not paying someone to take care of his wife at home in her final days.
I could see the grief in his eyes. My heart reached out and I couldn’t help but give him encouragement and the hope. I nudged him outside away from the loud store music to talk.
“You obviously don’t know this about me,” I said “but I am a very spiritual person. I have had a special interest in life after death for many years!”
I explained how I have read and listened to hundreds of stories and testimonials of people who have passed and crossed the veil. These people have then shared their insights with the loved ones they have left behind, either by coming back via an near-death experience (NDE) or through an after-death communication (ADE) such as within a lucid dream or vision.
I asked if he was a Christian. No, not to convert him but to get an idea of how he perceived death and what his beliefs were on were his wife was now. He said his wife and he believed in God but often said that Heaven and Hell were mostly here in this life. I agreed expounding my beliefs on heaven and how life goes on after our bodies don’t.
I told him heaven is here… and likely our loved ones are much closer than we think… we just can’t always see them. I explained how we are all made of energy, that’s how even our bodies work, but that energy never ceases, it only changes form. Once we die we “vibrate” our energy at a different level. Just like with the light and sound spectrums there are frequencies we can’t see or hear but scientifically we know they exist. I had his full attention and his eyes never left my gaze.
I went on to encourage him to keep an open mind and open eye to his surroundings, that his wife was likely trying to let him know she was okay and not that far away! “Who knows?” I quipped “Maybe she is the one that caused you to bump into me!”
You know what? That wouldn’t surprise me! “She could even be here,” I said “listening to our conversation right now!” As I was saying that to him I got chills… and typically I correlate that with a spirit asserting their presence. He smiled.
He told me a little bit about his wife and how I reminded him so much of her, except she had auburn hair and was not blonde like me. It was a true compliment as you could tell he adored her. I thanked him. His eyes sparkled a bit and he continued to smile, as did I.
We talked a little longer and he again asked me if I’d join him for lunch, but I politely declined (by this time a friend had called him on his flip phone placed on speaker and asked to meet him at a restaurant nearby for lunch). He asked me my name, and I asked him his. He offered me a hug and said “I hope we run into each other again!” I do too Bill, I do too. And you know what? Somehow I think that we will.