My husband died by suicide at our Arizona home on the tenth of March 1997. His body was cremated and the family returned to Michigan for his memorial service.

The third week of April, I was sitting in my summer apartment in Michigan quietly reading a book with quite fine print. I was intent on the text. The other apartments in the same building around me were quiet.

As I was reading, the printed letters left the open pages of the book. Along the upper left corner appeared a patch of green grass and I could see our lawn area as if I were looking through the window of the attached front porch of my apartment.

As the green lawn area grew larger, I could see a moving figure appear wearing a black baseball cap with the initials AJ above the brim. I gradually realized that this was my husband, striding slowly across the lawn wearing a blue plaid western shirt and light blue jeans. These were favorite articles of clothing for him, including his (AJ) Apache Junction cap.

This "vision" continued in color, as he walked toward his left, stepping higher up as if onto the front steps to the porch. Through the window, I could see my husband stand quietly looking to his left, the full side of his face appearing as healthy and rosy complexioned as ever he had been in his lifetime. As he turned to face towards me, I could see he was also wearing his large, fancy western belt buckle.

As quickly as it had all appeared on the pages of the book before me, it all disappeared. The printed lettering returned to the book in my lap. I sat in shock; it had all happened in seconds. Unable to explain this to myself, I realized that my prayers had been answered. He had been sent so that I would know he was OK.

Norma Jean Netzley
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Posted 1-29-09