My ex-husband died unexpectedly from brain cancer in 1992. I carried a lot of guilt for the way I had treated him during our short marriage and was deeply disturbed that time had run out before I could verbalize to him the way I felt. Two months after his death I traveled to Saudi Arabia to work at a big hospital in Saudi Arabia. I was not particularly conscious of my guilt and had put it behind me as I occupied with the new culture, although it was always with me on some level.
One day, approximately a year after my husband’s death, I had an astonishing experience. I was standing in my living room about 2 pm in the afternoon when I was instantly transported to another place. I was being led into a great hall with two females. In the great hall there were hundreds of people milling around. They were dressed normally in average attire like you would see at any modern day gathering; albeit a bit more colorful I noticed. As we entered the hall we walked toward a man sitting on the arm of a chair. I realized it was my deceased husband. I walked up to him and said something to the effect of, “My God, Harry I thought you were dead. I must be dreaming.” He said, “Look I am fine, touch me.” I touched him and noticed that he was young and healthy looking. I saw no gray, just dark brown hair and healthy skin. ” I said to him, I must have dreamt you died.” He repeated, “I am fine.” He didn’t say so but the implication was clear that I was forgiven for past transgressions.
Next, I found myself back in my living room. I was still standing but my knees were shaky and I drug myself to the couch and sat down. I had no clue what the reality was. I thought of calling home but everyone would be sleeping in the US and would think I was crazy. After a couple of hours I tried to sort out what was real and finally came to the conclusion that my husband had really passed and I had just had an unexplainable experience. I’ve been wanting to tell my story for years.