A Visit from Beyond

March 1, 2025

by Deshawn

3 min read

Story Premise 3 min read (494 words)

"We all lose people we love. I lost my dear husband, Tom, five years ago. It was the hardest thing I ever faced. No pain could compare to it. If someone had cut me with a knife, I would have laughed, but losing Tom broke me completely. Tom fell ill, and no doctor could save […]"

We all lose people we love. I lost my dear husband, Tom, five years ago. It was the hardest thing I ever faced. No pain could compare to it. If someone had cut me with a knife, I would have laughed, but losing Tom broke me completely.

Tom fell ill, and no doctor could save him. We tried everything, but in the end, it was his time to go. One day, it will be mine too. That’s just how life is.

I was drowning in sorrow, but somehow, I kept going. I paid the bills, did my work, and survived each day. I don’t even know how I managed. My sister-in-law, Lisa, helped me a lot. She and Tom had not spoken for a year before he passed, and she felt guilty about it. She wished she had made peace with him.

Three weeks after his passing, Lisa told me something strange. She said she woke up one night to see a soft light in her room. Then she heard his voice. She turned and saw Tom sitting in a chair, looking strong and healthy. She was overjoyed but also shocked. She sat up, reaching for him, and told him how sorry she was. He smiled and said he forgave her. He told her he loved her and that he understood her pain. He also said he knew how much I was hurting and that he would visit me soon.

Then, he told her he had to go. She begged him to stay, but in the blink of an eye, the chair was empty. Her husband slept through it all, never waking. But Lisa was at peace after that.

I wished he had come to me first. I was the one suffering the most. Lisa explained that my grief was too heavy, like a wall he couldn’t cross. Maybe she was right.

For three months, I cried every night. My heart ached. Then, one night, something changed. I was exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open. As I lay in bed, I suddenly felt an arm wrap around me. It was warm. I gasped, but then I heard his voice.

“It’s me, love,” he said.

I sat up, and there he was, standing beside me. He looked wonderful, full of life. I touched him. He was real. He held me, kissed me, and I wept. We talked, and he told me he loved me, that he would always watch over me.

“You’ll be okay,” he said. “You’re strong. I promise.”

Then, he said he had to leave. I begged him to stay, but he just smiled.

“I’ll check in on you,” he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone.

Since then, I have felt his presence many times. To anyone grieving, I want to say this—our loved ones never truly leave us. They are always near, bringing us comfort when we need it most.

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