Little old man’s wife

Date: 7/5/2019

This month is the first anniversary of little old man’s wife’s death. Just now after my alarm went off, I closed my eyes again to see what dreams I could remember and I saw her in their side yard. I’d never met her, yet as soon as my eyes closed, she flashed into my third eye clear as a bell. Now the dilemma is whether I tell the man I caregive or not? He doesn’t know - or likely believe in - about my honey intuitive abilities. I rarely tell anyone. But he’s pretty old, yet sharp mentally. I’ll play that by ear. They come to me, the one’s who’ve crossed over. To deliver messages sometimes. Maybe I ought to sharpen that skill....