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| Untitled by © cherokee_sister As a child we were so very dirt poor that the only electricity we had was a single, very ugly light bulb that hung in the center of the livingroom ceiling. I hated that light it was so crude and yet it was better than being in the dark and I knew that. That bulb has been symbolic to me through these many years as when the fighting and the arguing of my parents was in due process I'd stare at that bulb until my eyes hurt just to somehow "move' the pain I guess. I to this day don't like ceiling lights. I was devastated when my wonderful husband crossed over and left me here in this world all alone. the pain was to intense to endure. I couldn't sleep nor eat for several weeks after that and alcohol was a very important anesthetic to me then. It all came to a head when I was a wakened from a very much needed sleep induced by alcohol that I awoke in the middle of the night and there glaring above my head was the light from the ceiling fan on full bright. Needless to say I was shocked!!! Immediately I knew I had NOT turned that thing on and the switch for it was clear across the room on the wall by the door!My hubby was very well aware of my dislike for this light. As I lay there in total shock I felt this warm fuzziness all around me and I smelled the after shave that my honey always wore......it was then that I knew who had returned to give me comfort in knowing that he was well and had crossed over safely!!! It was that day that I began to heal and I never drank another bottle of vodka again. I know in my heart of hearts that he reached out to save me that day and gave one more thing for my children to be grateful for as they knew I was "lost" to them after he passed and the alcohol took over. I know of this love so strong that it's possible for communication from the other side. Thank you for reading my truth here.....cherokee_sister |