My name is Kim, I recently moved to a town three and a half hours away from the town I attended most of my schooling. I was always very outgoing in school, athletic, a friend to all. I try to keep up with my old classmates on Facebook seeing as how I haven't seen any of them in years. I have always, since I can remember been able to hear, feel, and see things other people can't. Of course I was scared to begin with but now I would be lost without the visits, or in some cases, the permanent residence of the spirits that are with me every day.
I have many stories to tell but this one was very touching to me.
My future husband had an out of town job which left me at home alone for two weeks at a time so you can imagine, if you are in tuned to the spirit world, how exhausting it can get.
As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, as I laid on the couch, fighting to finish the movie I had started three times now and still not able to see the ending, but I was just too exhausted. I'm not sure how long I had been dozed off when I was woke by a soft voice, though I couldn't make out the words. So I tried drowning it out as I had to learn to do with some that just won't take no for an answer. I tossed and turned and tried to fall back into a deep sleep but this wasn't going to happen. At least not until I gave this spirit my undivided attention. So I sat up, still unaware of his needs, before I knew it I was holding a pen and paper in my lap writing random words that played over and over in my head.
To my surprise, still feeling aggravated, needing to get some sleep, I found myself waking up, not knowing how long I had been asleep, I glanced to the floor where the tablet I had remembered writing in was laying. As I tried to put the jumbled words together to make any sense, the frustration was between the faint man's voice and the fact that this made no sense at all. I laid the tablet down and took a break to clear my head. When I came back to the tablet, the voice I heard in the early morning hours was coming back through a little more clear and before I knew it the words were fitting together. I began to read the jumbled words now full sentences and turning into one of the most beautiful poems I had ever read.
I sat it to the side and decided to get on Facebook to see what was going on in the social media world. As I scrolled through I was shocked to see that an old friend of mine that had just gotten married to another friend, less than a year ago, had passed away.
I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I hadn't seen nor spoke to either one of them in years now. That voice I could barely hear, oh you guessed it, was screaming through my head Loud and clear. It was him, it was my friends husband and my long time friend. But why me? Why would he come to me and what was I supposed to do with this poem written like a professional but so heart touching I cried every time I read it.
I debated and the longer I waited the louder he got until I sat down and typed it out on my computer. I scrolled down to my friends page and hit message. Fumbling with the words to explain to my friend that her recently passed husband had came to me after his passing and wanted me to give her this poem. What would she think of me? Would I make her grieving even harder? But he was just as I remember in school, very persistent. So with that I sent respects and proceeded to explain my gift and told her that I believed this was for her and I typed out the poem and hit send. I sat holding my breath as I watched the little bubble that let's you know they are typing back, waiting to hear her response, my emotions were running wild. When I looked back at the screen, her response was there. Relieved isn't the word for what I was feeling right now, I gasp as the tears rolled down my cheeks as I read her words, "oh Kim you are his angel on earth" nobody could have written those words to me but my Eddie, she said. This was his last poem to me. He wrote me poems all the time and this was his way of saying he's always with me." I was speechless as we messaged for a good hour. As we ended the conversation both of us still wheeping, she said to me how much she appreciated me sharing this with her that it was the hardest thing she ever had to do was bury the love of her life but that she had a sense of comfort knowing he was looking down on her.
As I sat that evening after yet again another exhausting experience, I had a sense of peace come over me. I began to realize that what others may call a curse was the greatest gift and could be just as rewarding as exhausting. I haven't held back or second guessed since that day.