Mandy's Deceased Husband's Visit

 

Yesterday a client, turned friend; told me this wonderful story about a visitation from her deceased husband while her and her daughter sat at a kitchen table. I am writing her story because I thought it important to tell it for it may help or aid widows everywhere:

Mandy sat at her kitchen table with her teen granddaughter, Taylor in her home. Mandy, a widow; and her granddaughter, Taylor were having a lovely conversation while having a snack and tea passing time whilst awaiting Taylor’s parents to pick her up.

Taylor soon noticed the air in the room had grown colder around them and seemed to change rapidly. She shuttered, her body feeling the air change as it grow colder near her back and shoulders. Before Taylor could share what she noticed with her Grandmother, Taylor saw that the light fixture that had an unlit, burnt out light bulb in it for over a year, had suddenly turned on above their heads. “Grandma,” she spoke, “Wasn’t that light not working and burnt out?”

Mandy looked at the old light fixture that hung above her kitchen table all these years in wonderment, her jaw felt like it was on the floor but soon began to form into a bright –happy smile. “Yes,” she replied to her Granddaughter.” Yes, it has been dead for a while now. I am not able to get on the ladder to change it since Grandpa passed and it has bothered me that I can’t change it for some time now.”

Taylor looked at her Grandmother in amazement, the cold air wrapped around her in a large hug of joy. Taylor knew it was him, visiting.

“Grandma, it’s him!” she said to her windowed Grandmother. “It’s Grandpa, “Pa!” He is telling us he is here and he loves us! He must be watching over us to make sure we are okay.” The young girl looked at her Grandmother, her eyes filled with peace, love, and JOY. A joy that she never thought she could ever know, or experience. Taking in this blessing happening before her eyes she smiled as tears of love rolled down her checks. She missed her Pa so much since he passed. Taylor looked into the  direction of the cool breeze she felt swirling around her body, making its presence known and mouthed the words, “I love you,” to her Grandfather. She knew he saw her and heard her words. She knew he had to be smiling at her now, she felt it.

Her Grandmother, the windowed wife looked at Taylor and behind her, as she felt the same peace, love, and joy inside her older body. Mandy smiled at her passed on husband, whom she missed so very much. She felt he was standing behind Taylor, looking on at them both with love and joy as well. Then they both looked up at the dead bulb that had come to life again, as it flickered again and again, she could hardly believe the gift being presented to her.

Taylor spoke to her Grandfather, aiming her words at the cold breeze, “Pa, is that you?” The dead bulb flickered in answer to her question and they felt validation that it was indeed him.

“Oh, My God!” Taylor and Mandy spoke in unison as they looked at each other with wonderment. Mandy, Taylor’s Grandmother; reached across the small kitchen table and took her Granddaughter’s hand with a smile and said aloud, “I know you are there, and you are watching over us. Thank you for coming and keep watching over us dear. I love you and miss you every day I live. We will be together again someday.”

A few minutes later, they two women noticed the air had changed back to its normal temperature and the lovely presence had moved on. However, the light bulb that had been dead for over a year, with no ability to change it, shone bright as the sun from that day on. A true sign and testament that Mandy believes is evidence of her deceased husband’s visit that blessed day to her and her Granddaughter, Taylor.