They say that life is the greatest gift—but we might not be able to understand this term until something unusual happens.
I still remember the horrible account of February 26th, 2012, when my whole life was transformed. Words could never adequately express how I was feeling at the time after realizing that Kaye, my beloved, was no longer with me. My entire life came crashing down. Since then, I’ve spent every night switching positions while attempting to get some sleep during the most prolonged, challenging hours of my life.
Like many others, I experienced a time of sadness, grief, and loss during this time. I felt numb, shocked, perplexed, heartbroken, anxious, and so forth. However, deep down, I also know and feel that my dear partner is no longer suffering or feeling any sort of pain and depression for being alive—or maybe not. Maybe because I have an enormous amount of love for my deceased wife Kaye, and perhaps I cried a lot alone in those dark times of loneliness and misery.
Kaye was a blessing for me after I lost someone extremely close to my heart. Susie was a woman I loved with all I had in me. But in February 1969, I lost her to a car crash. The time between her death in February to meeting Kaye in December 1969 was the time when I wished to end it all, I was involved in street fighting, and no one around me would talk to me. This is the trauma that sent me over the edge until I met Kaye at year’s end. I had so much pain in myself, and Kaye started healing me. I believe it was Susie’s spirit that brought Kaye into my life to save my life.
Though Susie’s death was devastating, I was sent into an amnesic state where I remembered almost nothing about the incident. However, when Kaye passed, I remembered everything. There has not been a moment where I don’t think about her. The love she gave and the family she built with me is a sign of her eternal love. To be honest, there are no guidelines; there is no right or wrong way to grieve. But letting myself freely experience these emotions, the pleasant memories of being together, and those happy and bitter sentiments of life also aids healing. It allows me to grieve at my own pace and to take “as long as it takes” to recover or to fall more into discomfort.
To add to the love Kaye had for me, I have received letters from her. These have been sent to me through the heavens above. She sent two letters that addressed our sons, their health, and how they can help me when I am affected by their mother’s death. Mark’s letter was found on my phone in my notes, and the second addressed to Micheal was found on my iPad and in my notes. Both of these letters were heartfelt and showed Kaye’s concern for me even when she has moved on to the heavens above.
But then I realized that the most significant loss of life is not the death of your better half. It is the death of hope and belief that humans have taken for granted. The biggest loss is what dies inside us when we are still alive and present. Despite only being aware that those who passed from this world either went to Heaven or Hell, I thought that our memories were the only way that people might continue to exist in some capacity. Surprisingly, I was mistaken; it was a typical day for me when I found the heavenly letter from Kaye that she had sent me from the heavens. The letter’s opening line, “Mark,” our son’s name, captured my attention. My heart jumped a beat. I tapped on it and read each word individually. First, I had trouble believing what I was seeing. How on earth is this even possible? I asked, but then I realized that it was the love of Kaye that she devoted me from the heavens. She is up there watching over our children and me doing everything, living with her memories, and showering love. Her angelic letters are proof of her existence in the skies. These letters are the proof of the afterlife I mention in my book “Miracles from Heaven.” You can check out the book and know how her love from the world beyond our expectations changed me into a better person and a firm believer in God and the afterlife. Kaye had the power to shower her love on me in the form of a constant connection, which she bestowed in these angelic letters after she departed from this world.