As a few of you already know I am recently widowed. My husband of 29 years turned 58 on February 25th, three days later he was dead, massive heart attack here at home. He'd been out weed wacking the back yard, came in & sat down and died. It was horrible. My life has forever changed. It was 2 weeks ago today at about 10 am. He came to me in a dream night before last. He was young and handsome, had a full beard, looked the way he did when he was about 38. We stood in a white room. He didnt talk. He just held me & comforted me. It was so real I could feel his flesh. I kept saying "Emile is this really you?" In my dream I knew he was gone. I will be moving as soon as I can. My wonderful brother & his wife have a rental home closer to where they live and as soon as they can get the tenant out we'll be moving. Free rent. I'll be ok financially. My son & I will be okay. He's going to attend school on the North side of town, in the best school district. Now I just have to learn to live without my husband who I lived with & loved for close to 30 years. This isnt going to be easy...
