Denny came to live in my home in 2003, right after I had a very bad car accident. He helped me with the housework as I was unable to walk correctly for seven months. He helped me in and out of the wheel chair at the Physical Therphy where I went three days a week, three hours a day for the seven months until I could walk again.
I believe that people do come into your life for a reason, season or a life time. For Denny it was a reason and season of his life. Denny was quite a happy man for the first two years living here. Then he went to the doctor and not sure what the doctor told him, but after that his laughter was fading and he was going down hill. I often asked him if it were something I did to make him sad and he said no.
He often talked in the last two months of his life that "when it's your time to go, it's your time to go, nothing will stop that time". He was so right on that.
On March 12th, 2006 Denny went to the store to get dog food came back and yelled as always " I'm home". I said did your car act up on the way to the store or back? Nope he said. As his car often would stall out going down the road.
It was about 1:20pm when I heard something that sounded like a thump but could not tell where it came from. I thought the cats had knocked something off the back of the toliet again.
Then I heard another thump noise. I said Denny are you okay? Thinking he may of fallen down. Then the dog started barking and I knew the dog was in Dennys room so I went into the room to find that something had happen to Denny.
At first I could not think what was wrong then called 911. I put my hand in front of his eyes and they did not blink they were fixed and didn't move. I told the people on the phone he was having a stroke or heart attack. I kept talking to Denny telling him to keep breathing as help was on the way. But his breathing was very shallow and he made noises from his mouth that was shaped like an 0, as if he were saying NO or OH when this happen.
Seven minutes later as I was with Denny he took his last breath and a minute later the ambulance and police arrived. But not in time to save his life. I am yelling at the police officer to give him mouth to mouth but the police office continue to talk to someone on his phone.
My son, sister and her hubby came and I told them what happen as Denny laid in front of my tv in the livingroom where the paramedics worked on him for 45 minutes. They finally told me they could not save his life. I looked down at him he looked peaceful but I missed him so with tears runnning down my face. He was my buddy my best friend I felt all alone. I sat on a chair next to him told him how much I loved him and that I would miss him, and that I would think of him and never forget him ever.
For a month after Denny died someone of the family and some friends stayed with me as I didn't want to be alone in the house. I could not bare to look into that room he died in. So I cleaned it all out got rid of all the funiture in that room and painted the walls from blue to lavender. On the first night I had to stay alone by myself that is when I felt Denny looking at me from his room he stayed in.
I felt scared and turn up the radio, not really knowing why. I felt that his spirit was trying to get out of the bedroom he use to stay in and no matter how hard it tried it could not budge across the doorway. I could feel it. I looked towards the doorway his spirit kept on trying to cross over the doorway to come to be with me. I kept looking at the doorway but could not see anything but the hair on my arms stood up and I had goosebumps on my arms. My heart was in over drive beating as if going to beat out of my chest. I got shaky and real cold feeling.
My computer room is across from that one room Denny had and died in. So I can lean back in my chair and see that room. His spirit tried to get out of that room for about twenty minutes and then I felt it was no longer there, not at all near me.
Two months after Denny died. Once again while I was in my computer room(I was in this computer room when the heart attack happen with Denny.) I felt his spirit trying to get out of that room. The hair went up on my arms, I got the goosebumps all over me and I suddenly felt so cold. It lasted this time about five minutes. Then it was gone and I felt okay.
Three months later one morning I got up and I always look in that room he died in(still do it now too). I didn't feel anything at all. I went into the room and looked around told Denny " I miss you Denny I am so unhappy right now". I walked out and went into the livingroom sat down to watch tv and in front of the tv on the floor I could see Denny laying on the floor still like he was the day this happen. Only this time instead of looking peaceful with his eyes closed he appeared to have a smile on his face. I left the room as fast as my feet could take me out of the room into my bedroom and stayed the rest of the day.
As his anniversity date was coming close last year I felt more and more energy in that doorway to the bedroom he stayed in. And I got freaked out. I left lights on at night, I would not get out of bed to go to the bathroom and I was afraid even in the day time to go near that bedroom. Which is close to the bathroom and have to pass that room.
On the night of his one year of passing that spirit was trying harder to get out of that bedroom and still it was not able to. I felt like Denny was trying to tell me something but I was to frighten to stand by the door to listen.
Well it's going to be two years on March 12, 2008 since Denny has died and I still feel the spirit of Denny trying to get out of that bedroom. I don't feel it as often as I did the first year. But It's still there. I felt it last night Jan 26, 2008 it was such a forcefull energy of some sort trying as hard as it could to pass over the doorway to me in the computer room. This usually happens either around the time of the day he died, or late at night around 3am when I am still in the computer room. However it doesn't frighten me anymore.
I am not sure if spirits get upset when they see another man in the house that was once where they use to live or not. But I met David he moved in will be a year in February and perhaps, Dennys spirit is upset I don't know. One night after David moved in and the room where Denny died in, I said " Denny it's time for me to move on in my life, I can't keep crying like I have from your death. I still care for you and I think of you often but it's time for me to move on". I felt cold and felt a lot of energy around me but didn't see anything.
I am not sure what is keeping Dennys spirit locked into that room he died in from coming out. So I am hoping someone on this site can tell me. And also tell me if there is something I can do to help him be at rest and go to the other side and find peace.