We already are, as she said, we better do what she says, or she will come back and kick our butts! Probably true, too. Yes, remarkable woman, loved her dearly, and it was returned. So, now I am broken in, and well trained. Ha. My new lady is in awe of the whole situation, fortunately, we are both pretty well versed in metaphysics, and I have had a couple of N.D.E.'s (Near Death Experiences), and went on the other side and talked with the being of Light at age 14, so know where she is. Now have to get on with this life, as I would have wanted her to do, had it been me that crossed over.

I want you to know that Joe is not gone, he has merely stepped out for a while. I can guarantee he is around, keeping track of his family, and you. I am sorry for your loneliness though. But rest assured, he is not gone, merely away for a while.

I have no difficulty accepting what you have experienced. My wife has been back at least three times, once in church where she was seen as a glow standing behind me with a hand on my shoulder (which I had felt), and I heard the words "Make her as happy as you made me". On New Years Eve, my new lady was resting in bed waiting for the ball to drop, I was out here in the dining room where the TV is, (I had strep throat, and my cough was keeping her awake) when she came out and said "She is here, she pulled the covers off and told me to come out and get you to rest up for the ball drop." I told my wife that we were adults, we could handle it and she could relax and enjoy her new life, she didn't have to look after us. There was a swirl of air (in a closed room), and we both heard a chuckle, then everything was quiet. My new lady said "Well, she is gone."

My new lady

Had to be off General Chit-Chat for a while, wife died 13 July, 2016. She was almost 96 years old, missed by one month. We had been expecting it for a while now, as she had lost most of her sight, most of her hearing, could barely walk after a broken thigh bone last year, on oxygen 24/7, and in constant pain. In the hospital on the last day, she asked me "Is this it?" I told her that it looked like it, they could not get a feeding tube down her, and she could not swallow, so she wasn't gong to last long. She said "Good. I hurt, and I want to go home." I told her that I would not hold her here.

She told me to call a couple of our friends, and let them know that she was gone, I promised. She left that evening. I called the friends, two ladies, on that my wife had worked with in Salinas many years ago, and the other a lady we met about 8-10 years ago, and that I am editing books for, over the internet.

The evening after my wife's passing, I am sitting at the dining room table, feel a presence behind me, a hand comes down on my shoulder, I automatically say "I love you too" before I can think, as this is what my wife used to do when she came in from the laundry room, and she would say "I love you" as she put her hand on my shoulder. I distinctly heard "The pain is gone, I can see, I can hear, and I can walk again," and the grief and guilt just exploded out of me, left me totally drained and very jarred!

Long story short, a month after my wife's death, I get a call from the lady in Salinas, telling me she had a letter from my wife for me, to be delivered a month after her death. Told her to mail it, or I would come down and get it - she said she was in town visiting family and would bring it over.

she brought it over, I read it, and in the letter, my wife told me how much she loved me, and how grateful she was for how I took over everything and took care of her the last 8 years because of her being handicapped. She tells me she wants me to be happy, and to find another woman to make as happy as she had been in our 34 years together, and we never had a fight.

Then she tells me that I should date the to other friend, because she is sexy, good looking, and lonely. I am blown away, send the letter to the gal, she says we better check this out, she will be down next month to see her publisher, why don't we have dinner, and talk about all this. So we do. Turns out my wife was right, she is cute, sexy, lonely, and we are so compatible that it is unreal.

So we have seen each other, and here is the really spooky part, in the course of the last four months, I have found 5 letters written by my wife and hidden around the house, in her things that I will have to go through. In each letter except the last, she tells me to date this gal. In each letter she tells me about the other letters, and to look for them, and in the last one I found she says she hopes that I am living with the gal!

This was my wife in 1983 at Pigeon Point Lighthouse California, she was 63, I was 48. We had just started dating.

My wife at Pigeon Point Lighthouse

How about "I See You!"

That and the fact that I don't like their coffee, is why I don't go there. Makes sense to me. I ain't hip or cool either. Ha.

Would not play, number of plays exceeded, try again later.

My late wife painted, and she was very good, self taught. You drawings are far beyond what my dear wife ever did. This is an example of a lioness she did from a photo taken by her son's girl friend on an African safari. My wife passed away last month. Miss her dearly. Loved her paintings. Your drawings are wonderfully exceptional. Bless.

They called it their "Necessary" bag. My great grandfather was a Mountain Man in the Colorado Rockies, and I remember hearing about it when we were out setting beaver traps when I was a kid in the 1940's.

If I really, really want to get rid of something, I put it on the curb with a sign $10.00. No one has left money in the mail box, and I didn't expect anyone to, I just wanted to get rid of it. Works like a champ around here.

Not always! :)

And don't we all?

Sounds like a virus running in the background. I have had that happen to me, had to take the computer in, have the virus zapped by pros.

Do not attempt to take this thing through airport security! My brother did repair on integrated circuit testers, and his test equipment would always cause maximum pain to the minimum wage TSA agents. They could not figure out what all that stuff in his aluminum hard case was. He would have to demonstrate each and every item. Some how, he finally got some paperwork from somewhere in the vast bowels of the TSA, and had each item listed. He could add items as new items were required, and delete items as needed. Each addition would only take 4-6 weeks. Imagine. Only 4-6 weeks. He doesn't travel anymore.

You might want to check on an upgrade for your spelling checker. Ha