I recognized my husband who had been dead for six months as
he awakened me.
He sat down beside me on the bed and held my hand, I smelt his
familiar scent as it was all through the air. I reached for him, kissed him,
and could feel the return of his body next to mine. Love radiated through to my
soul. I held him tightly and never wanted to let him go.
He caressed me gently and held my face in those hands that I
was so use to holding. I pulled him towards me and slid slowly down in my bed
bringing him with me. His hands moved over my body with gentleness and
knowledge. He felt the same after all those years we had shared this bed, and
we knew every inch of each others body. He had finally come back to take me
with him.
I told him I had been waiting to travel wherever he wanted
to take me. He looked very sad as I started to get up to go with him.
He then told me he had just come back to say his last good-bye
before he left for good, that I had been holding on too strongly. His spirit
and soul were having trouble leaving this earth.
I begged him not to leave me again, he told me he would
always wait for me in eternity, but it was not my time yet. He kissed me and
then he was gone.
My sobbing woke me up.
