This has been quoted time and again from the famous play Hamlet Act. 1, Scene 5, from 1601 by Shakespeare. It is referring to spirits. It is as true today is embodied by this touching story that shall unfold before you.
Enter a woman April, 2011 a dear friend of mine who has recently lost her husband. Mind you, my girlfriend and her now deceased husband had owned an antique shop so they meet all kinds of people daily.
That day my girlfriend, still reeling from the untimely and quite emotional loss of her husband, encounters a woman and her daughter who come into the shop. The grown girl happens to be a “special needs” person, but also seems to be special .
As my friend is asked to look at the rosary beads the girl has brought in that were given to her from a Nun who inherited them from another Nun, they unfortunately are really not worth much monetarily. They are French wooden beads, but the worth as my girlfriend so eloquently states to the girl is much more in the sentimentality, whom gave them to you and why, the rich history behind the piece itself and what they mean to you personally.
After she so touchingly tells this to the girl, she and her mother continue to wander through the store looking at the antiquities. My girlfriend goes into her office to work, giving them some privacy but is drawn to her office door to see if they need any more help or information.
The mother brings the girl, the “Angel” to my friend and cajoles her into telling her what has happened. It seems the “Angel” girl really has seen a man in the store who is watching over my friend, he says he loves her and is waiting for her on the other side. He follows her and watches what she does. He loves the store and his family.
My girlfriend then broke down crying, the “Angel” girl felt terrible, but my friend tells her that she is constantly crying from grief anyway, she is happy to hear the news. My friend then informed the mother and daughter how she had recently lost her husband and the girl said that’s who the man is. She showed the girl a picture of him and she said, “that’s him, but he’s dressed real nice.” The only picture my girlfriend had to show the girl was an old picture, where her husband was about 32 and the “Angel” girl said he looked exactly like that.
I’ve always heard that we’ll be or we are about that age, in our 30’s in our Angelic form. It’s our height of maturity and looks and agility. Makes sense, I’ll take it.
I’m not saying I’m a true believer of all, but damn, if this had happened to me I would be so thankful of a sign from the other side. This was monumental. I’ve heard so much about the other side and so many accounts line up, it starts to make you believe.
It turns out this “Angel” girl, (my friend’s descriptive words) is from the deceased husband’s hometown. Did he send her to calm his wife down? She has been having trouble grieving. It was an unforeseen illness with a quickly resulting death and my friend is mad at her deceased husband for leaving her. Is it God’s way of showing her there is an afterlife and she will be with him again? Is it to make her think about her anger, drop it, accept the awful truth that God’s plan makes no sense to us mere mortals, but that there IS a God and he has not forsaken her? Perhaps now she can cry, mourn, and accept that her husband had no choice but to move on as all of us have a finite time here on Earth and it is decided by Him. Her husband did not leave her because he wanted to, it was just his time.
I hope she finds peace from this, perhaps if she let’s her anger go, accepts his presence there in the shop, she’ll feel him and get a sense of peace and calm from him keeping her company. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to lose a spouse too soon, but I wish my friend a profound sense of healing from this moment. . .I hope God’s message did get through.
© Written by Evelyn Garone 4/2011