in December 1993, I was putting my two-year-old daughter and
three-month old son to bed. My husband was already asleep.
As I lay down beside him, waiting to fall asleep, I heard
a clear male voice saying: "Yes, put your arms around him;
he might not be with you for much longer." I had such a fright,
holding on tight to my sleeping husband; I thought to my self:
"Why are you having this negative thought?" I was cold with
months later, February 28, 1994 at 3:00 p.m., my husband was
shot dead by a gang of armed robbers. He died in the line
of duty. On that day, I lost my husband, the father of my
children, my lover, my best friend....and my life changed
before his funeral, I had a dream. I saw him in a beautiful
place: green grass, sun, a light breeze. He was looking at
me and smiling; his eyes were the bluest blue and the breeze
was blowing through his blond hair. He did not speak, but
looked very happy. I heard music, the song of a local singer,
Sonja Heroldt: "Ek verlang na jou" - "I miss you."
or two after he died, I was all alone in a new house; my children
were visiting their grandparents. After midnight, I was awakened
by a loud voice calling my name once. It was so loud and sounded
so real that at first I thought there was someone outside
the door. But when I got up, I was all alone. It confused
me, because the voice was my (dead) husband's voice.
of him regularly in those days, always feeling that he was
in fact really with me and not just in a dream. Today, nearly
twenty years after his death, I still have the occasional
dream of him, and the next morning, I feel refreshed, thinking:
"Wow, it was good to see you again!"
Steyn Pretoria , South Africa