My Favourite Husband makes his second return visit after passing
My Favourite Husband. He came back for a visit. I've connected once with My Favourite Husband (MFH) since he left this earthly world. Once. Just once. I’ve begged and pleaded for him to talk to me, message me, help me by letting me know that the decisions I’m making are good ones. Radio silence. Nothing. Not a damn thing. Once. Stubborn ass. I’m grateful for the one time. It was the night of his funeral. I was at home, alone, beyond any feeling that I can properly describe, although exhaustion, defeat, shock and bewilderment would be a good start. I sat in silence until I decided that 8:30 p.m. would be an OK time to go to bed. Once I crawled in, I laid there as my heart started beating faster, my breath quickening to match its pace. I had no idea what was happening and then I was out — asleep or in a vision. Immediately I saw him, wearing his cobalt blue spring jacket. He smiled at me and said, “I’m OK.” Peace settled over me. I think there was a bit more but I truthfu...
