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"It's
all right now, Babe."
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Six years ago my boyfriend, who was like a
soul mate to me, drowned. He was an alcoholic and was suffering with his
addiction. A week before his death he told me if he could not stop drinking
he wanted to die. The day of his death, we went swimming and picnicking
at the lake. I let my two children go ahead down to the beach and get in
the water. Suddenly we saw that my children had floated on their inner tubes
past the swimming area to the middle of the lake. We ran to the shore and
about that time my four-year-old son fell off his inner tube. He went down
once, then twice. At that point my boyfriend, Ron, went into the water and
headed out to save him. I was sure that my son would drown.
I ran to the road and asked a man on a motorcycle to go call the paramedics.
When I got back down to the lake, my son was safe on his inner tube. But
I could not find Ron anywhere. I asked my son what happened to Ron, and
he said he hadn't seen him. My son was disoriented and confused and remembered
nothing. My daughter claimed she was unaware that her brother had even been
off his inner tube.Ron was found five hours later
after dragging the lake. I was devastated. I had no idea what had actually
happened, and not one person present at the lake claimed to have seen Ron
drowning or rescuing my son.That night I took a nerve pill,
and I finally went to sleep. Suddenly I was awakened. Sitting on my bed
leaning over me was Ron. He leaned down and hugged me, told me he loved
me, and then he was gone. I knew I was not dreaming. I was fully awake.
Ron's visit made me feel somewhat better, but I was still an emotional wreck
for months.Almost a year later, I had a dream—although
I know it was not a dream. I seemed to be in another dimension. There were
people going to and fro, but somehow I knew they were people who had died.
Then Ron appeared to me. I felt his presence and saw him just as strongly
as I had when he was alive. I asked him what it was like where he was now.
He said "It's all right now, Babe." He always called me Babe. I asked him
what had happened the day he died, and he told me that his death was supposed
to happen. I was suddenly back at the lake in the water with him, reliving
it, but actually watching what happened to him when he died. Then I was
back, and Ron kissed me and hugged me, and I felt so much love. I realized
that all that had happened was some kind of lesson, and even though it was
terrible, it was actually good.I could never remember exactly
what Ron had showed me about his death, except that I was watching it like
a movie. But I know that on some level, I know what happened and why. I
never saw Ron again after that. I feel he moved on to another level and
to more lessons. I will always love him and be eternally grateful that he
saved my son and that he came to me from the other side. I know now that
there is life after death.  Carol Christopher |
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Copyright
© 1992-2000 by Betty J. Eadie |
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