I met this woman on a weekend at a bus stop. We ended up together, as the bus left right in front of us.
“We shouldn't have run …” said the stranger in frustration.
And then she began to call on her mobile:
- I invited my son to go to the country house in the village. It is necessary to throw off the snow from the roof, otherwise everything around begins to melt. Previously, my husband was engaged in this, a year, as he is gone.
And she, apparently, had no one to share her grief with, she began to remember her husband.
- He worked as a driver in the motor transport department of the AGK. He did not live to see retirement. Although he was not sick, he seemed to have a presentiment of the impending death. Not long before his death, they planted garlic in the garden at the dacha, and he said to me: "Remember this moment, we are probably doing this together for the last time." And so it happened. I watched a football match when our team scored the ball, jumped off the chair and shouted: "Goal!" Fell - that's all. I didn't even have the strength to organize a funeral, my sister and son were busy with it. Shed a lot of tears. A few days after the funeral, a neighbor knocked on the door:
- Your husband ordered to come in and convey his words to you. That night he dreamed of me and said: "Warn Natasha not to cry a lot, otherwise I am already lying in the grave up to my chest in water."
Then I dreamed about it too. I see my spouse from the back, walking somewhere in that checkered shirt in which I was lying in the coffin. I'm chasing after. I shout - does not turn around. He walks along a large black corridor, turns and says to me: “You can't go there. You still have to live!"
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Followed by another prophetic dream. As if my beloved, with whom I lived for 40 years, is standing in front of some luminous being. Not just standing, but kneeling and praying. He had never done this in his life! He turns to face me again and says: "Natasha, pray while you are on the ground!"
At home, she began to notice that strange things were happening. He was my stay-at-home and loved to drink tea. Suddenly the kettle started to turn on by itself, and I had the feeling that my husband was at home, I was not alone. I just don't see it, but I feel it.
The last dream convinced me of this. Since my youth, my mother taught me to have something edible on the table in the kitchen. But after my husband died, I stopped buying food. I sleep at night and see that my spouse comes into the kitchen and says: “Natalya, have you run out of money? Why is the table empty?"
As I woke up, I ran to the store for groceries. The mood improved after this dream! She stopped crying and grieving. Even death could not separate us from our beloved …
Natalia Gurkaeva