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Nine months and six days ago we made our last trip to the ER. I certainly didn't think it was going to be the last trip at the time. On the way there, my gas light came on. I didn't even notice it because I usually never let my tank get below 1/4 of a tank. My husband noticed it and brought it to my attention. I said, "Honey, it will have to wait." Then a block later I realized that I could run out of gas in the middle of the night on my way home so I made a quick right hand turn into the gas staton that we had just passed. I said, "Honey, you don't mind if I stop for gas do you?" He smiled and said, "I'd rather you do that that, than to make you push, because I don't think I'm up to doing the pushing,". He continued to tease me all of the way to the hospital.
Yesterday on my way home from work my gas light came on again, one block from the same gas station. I could almost hear him laughing at me.
Dennis died 9 months ago today. I have been trying my best to cope and fill my life with nothing but positive things. Without him, a part of me will always be empty.

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Comment by sunchaser on August 8, 2013 at 12:55pm

Karen ...  What a sweet story that was.  My husband passed away April, 2011 of pancreatic cancer and he was much like your husband always joking around and I miss him to this day.  Grief is not an easy road to take for any of us and a gigantic roller coaster ride. 

Your story brought to mind that last month I was worried about my tire pressure and I had no idea what I was doing.  I asked my brother for help and got none and didn't know who else to ask.  I was out grocery shopping and my husband and I had passed this Esso station so many times, but never went in for gas, but this time it's as if the wheel was jerked out of my hands and in I went to this gas station and as I drove up there was this young man who was putting air in his tires and I got out, smiled and told him I needed help.  He smiled back and patiently showed me how to check tire pressure and how to put air in the tires.  I wanted to pay him for his time, but he would have none of it.  I honestly feel (not wishful thinking) that our loved ones are around us every so often.  I have had other experiences. 

Comment by shayne on July 30, 2013 at 3:24pm

Karen

I believe it was a sign from Dennis; but then I'm always looking for signs. As a good friend said if you believe it was a sign then it was a sign.

Take care

Shayne

Comment by pachamama006 on July 30, 2013 at 9:38am

Karen, I don't know what to think about supposed "signs" from our dear ones, but I do believe he had a chuckle at your expense.  Love knows no boundaries.  Keep your mind and heart open for messages that reinforce your connection to him.  Best, Pachamama

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