My wife of 30+ years passed away unexpectedly and practically in my arms 3 weeks ago tomorrow.  I know that she is in a wonderful place now, she can see, is in no pain, and is with our youngest son ... and I am trying hard to convince myself that our separation is only temporary. Renea wa only 48, I'm 52.
Last Thursday night she visited me.  It began like a nightmare, I was in a darkness, blackness so thick it was almost choking.  I heard my name called and I was in our home.  Renea was there ... young, so beautiful, and happy.  We kissed and hugged ... I can smell the swet apple and kiwi bath wash that she liked. There was someone with her, but they kind of stayed in the background and I couldn't see them nor did I recognize their voice.  Renea told me that Heaven was a lot like earth ... only happy. The person told her that they had to goshe told me goodbye,  and she walked off across the yard.  She was wearing a pair of short pants and a blouse that I hadn't seen in years.
After she had left, 2 old (real old) men approached and said they were going to fix up and paint the house.  That's when I saw that the outside of the house wasn't our house.

I woke up - thrilled that I had been allowed to see my Renea, but still crying because I miss her so much.

Thank you Bets.  I was saved today and am finally able to try and forgive myself.  I've known in my heart that Renea had forgiven me years ago and that our love had grown ... I think that the 2 old men represented God - I'm the house and its time to "fix" me up.
Knowing that Renea is OK and waiting for me does help, but the emptiness here without her is almost unbearable even though I know our being apart is only temporary.