I do believe that life goes on. I know because my husband makes it a point to communicate with me when I need him.
A few months ago I moved to my new home, and I had received the last electrical bill of my previous home that we shared together. The bill was for $10.14. I thought that was strange because our aniversary is on October 14 and we always used to comment on the clock at 10:14 on certain days. I'm not sure but when ever we looked at the clock is seem to be at that time. We thought that was cool.
I went to the post office in the morning to mail out the bill and few other letters. Then a few weeks went by and you'll never guess what came in the mail that day. The bill. Someone about 80 miles away from where I live return the bill with a letter saying that they found this bill with the check in a parking lot. It was from some funeral home. I couldn't believe it. I showed my family and some thought it wasjust grief and some really thought he was communcatingwith me. I guess I should of listened more carefully. I now have the bill, the check and the letter kept in a very safe place. I promised not to ignore the signs again.