Spiritual contact with deceased husband

In 2008, my husband of 56 years passed away after 8 years of cancer attacks that ravaged his body from 210 lbs. down to 138 lbs. Watching a loved one suffer is a constant strain. But losing them after a long struggle is an unbearable grief. I could cope better during the day, but at night, things seem to close in on me. I didn't want to be alone. I was fortunate to have a daughter living close, so I spent the first few nights with her and would leave early the next morning. On one of these nights, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my daughter was standing in her closet showing me an outfit she was planning to wear to the memorial service we had planned.

My daughter related to me, "You were in a trance-like state as if someone was talking to you, and you were listening." She said she called me twice, "Mother? Mother?". And I responded to her saying, "He said he was in the dark, and he couldn't see anything. And I further commented, "Maybe they'll turn a light on for him." Then she said I fell across the bed. She guided me to another room where I would sleep for the night. She was both puzzled and concerned. Early the next morning, as I was slipping out the front door, she rushed out and said, "Mom, are you alright?" I said, "Sure, why?" When she told me of the incident, I had no recollection of any of it. It troubled me greatly. What if Jay contacted me? I had heard of cases where people who have strong spiritual connections on earth, and are separated, often contact the other.

I talked to a Catholic about their beliefs that a man cannot see God until he is pure and purged of sin. I read about Edgar Casey. I read the Bible. I went to the library. After much searching, I became convinced that he had contacted me. One night, at my own house, I got up from my bed and went to the living room and sat on the couch in the dark. I started praying from deep inside myself. A place of tribulation. In so much grief that Jay might be in a holding place, and had not seen the glorious light of Heaven. I understood at that moment how people could actually die of grief. So I prayed the most sincere prayer that ever came out of my heart.

"God, I know that I can't live with this pain. If there is a way you can let me know that Jay is in the light, please do. I will wait for your sign, and if you want my life, I surrender. I forgive him for any trespass." Immediately, a wireless phone beside me, gave a dial tone. I opened my eyes wondering who would call at that hour. 2:15 in the morning. Then, a lamp in my bedroom with a 3-way switch, came on the brightest setting. There was my answer. A revelation that my prayer was answered. That light had come on before, during a storm or a power surge. Which meant I'd have to reset the clock each time. I slid over on the couch and felt a restful sleep. I woke up at 7 o'clock and went to the kitchen to reset the clock, but there had been no power disconnect. There was definately energy in my house powerful enough to switch on a light and connect the phone. From that minute on, I felt peace.