I never thought I’d believe in ghosts or anything. My mom always said ghosts were just someone desperate for something. Which, may be why I saw him at all.
The love of my life passed away a little over two months ago, now. He battled cancer. Lost, I guess, but it never seemed that way because he was strong in all of it. I would write endless paragraphs about him, but weirdly this isn’t about him anymore.
This past week has been really weird I guess. I was in our bathroom in front of the sink brushing my teeth and for just a short moment I saw him in the reflection standing beside me. Not as he was in the end, sick, but as he was when he was healthy. It barely lasted and before I could even register what it was, it was gone.
I know it sounds like utter bullshit but if I’m being honest it didn’t scare me. It felt like a kick to the gut, a reminder of what was gone, but not frightening.
Over the past few days there’s been a few other occurrences. One, I was sleeping, and I heard a voice in my head telling me to call my mom. I’m 23, I don’t do it often, but the voice eventually woke me up and I ended up calling her out of nowhere. She was in a state of panic because her brother (my uncle) was in a drunk driving accident, which killed him, and she had JUST received the news when I called. Fucking chilling that I woke up to that. It’s probably coincidental timing and nothing more, but that doesn’t stop it from being fucking weird. I did what I could to help her, but I’m just a husk of grief myself.
Two days ago I went to therapy (because I’m grieving my ex-fiancé, but I’m not crazy or anything). On my way home from the appointment I was driving in my car and the radio connected to something, I’m not sure what, and started playing one of his favourite songs. I don’t have it on my phone, there was no reason for it to play, but it did. I pulled over to cry.
I miss him so fucking much. And I know it’s crazy to say but these little moments I feel touched by him are the greatest in my life now. Is there a way to make them more frequent? Or, even better, a way to see him and communicate with him?
I know asking to communicate with the dead can be dangerous or whatever but I have nothing to lose. Barely any family, no friends, all I lived for is gone. But if there’s a way to see him or talk to him again I want to know. I want my baby boy back to me.
If you know anything that would help, please share. If not, please don’t make fun of me. I know I seem crazy latching onto the tiniest signs. But if you lost the only thing you lived for, you’d find yourself doing the exact same.
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[link] [comments]I never thought I’d believe in ghosts or anything. My mom always said ghosts were just someone desperate for something. Which, may be why I saw him at all. The love of my life passed away a little over two months ago, now. He battled cancer. Lost, I guess, but it never seemed that way because he was strong in all of it. I would write endless paragraphs about him, but weirdly this isn’t about him anymore. This past week has been really weird I guess. I was in our bathroom in front of the sink brushing my teeth and for just a short moment I saw him in the reflection standing beside me. Not as he was in the end, sick, but as he was when he was healthy. It barely lasted and before I could even register what it was, it was gone. I know it sounds like utter bullshit but if I’m being honest it didn’t scare me. It felt like a kick to the gut, a reminder of what was gone, but not frightening. Over the past few days there’s been a few other occurrences. One, I was sleeping, and I heard a voice in my head telling me to call my mom. I’m 23, I don’t do it often, but the voice eventually woke me up and I ended up calling her out of nowhere. She was in a state of panic because her brother (my uncle) was in a drunk driving accident, which killed him, and she had JUST received the news when I called. Fucking chilling that I woke up to that. It’s probably coincidental timing and nothing more, but that doesn’t stop it from being fucking weird. I did what I could to help her, but I’m just a husk of grief myself. Two days ago I went to therapy (because I’m grieving my ex-fiancé, but I’m not crazy or anything). On my way home from the appointment I was driving in my car and the radio connected to something, I’m not sure what, and started playing one of his favourite songs. I don’t have it on my phone, there was no reason for it to play, but it did. I pulled over to cry. I miss him so fucking much. And I know it’s crazy to say but these little moments I feel touched by him are the greatest in my life now. Is there a way to make them more frequent? Or, even better, a way to see him and communicate with him? I know asking to communicate with the dead can be dangerous or whatever but I have nothing to lose. Barely any family, no friends, all I lived for is gone. But if there’s a way to see him or talk to him again I want to know. I want my baby boy back to me. If you know anything that would help, please share. If not, please don’t make fun of me. I know I seem crazy latching onto the tiniest signs. But if you lost the only thing you lived for, you’d find yourself doing the exact same. submitted by /u/Apprehensive-Top4052 [link] [comments]
