I married my first husband when I was very young and just
out of high
school. We were young and in love but the strains of marriage and
then a baby to care for placed more strain on us that we could not
It was a awful experience for both of us and we eventually
went our separate ways. I took with me out infant daughter and
returned to my family in a different state and moved forward with my
Over the years, we had had some conversations, but contact was
minimal and his relationship with our daughter was almost non-
existent, although he did call from time to time to ask how our
daughter was doing.
I had remarried and my current husband had
raised my daughter as his own and we had two more children together.
While I had worked to pull my life together, my ex had fallen into a
world of drugs and drinking. He was in and out of jail for various
crimes and I had pretty much written him off, hoping that maybe one
day he would grow up and give my precious daughter the chance to know
her father who she never really knew.
I would sporadically have dreams about him and shortly thereafter,
he would contact me to check on Kylie, our daughter. I thought it was
strange but just kinda got used to it.
However, about a month ago, I
was out of town on business, alone in a hotel room. I awoke from a
dead sleep for no apparent reason. In the corner of my room, there he
stood, my ex, only it wasn't really him, but more like an image of
him. He just stared at me with a blank look on his face not moving
or speaking, just staring and he looked so incredibly sad. I
remember I kept blinking and rubbing my eyes, thinking that I was
dreaming this, hoping that I was. Chills crept over me as I realized
I was awake and I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing.
Then he vanished. I was so shaken that I called my mother
immediately. Slightly agitated that I had woken her up at 3 in the
morning, she insisted that I must have been dreaming and that I should
calm down and go back to sleep. However, I remained awake the
remainder of the night and watched the most beautiful sunrise I had
seen in years.
I began preparing for my day when my mother called me
and what she told me sent chills up my spine.
My ex had died of a
massive heart attack the night before and his mother had been trying
to contact me with this news.
Even though we recognized that we could not live together, we
always had cared for one another and I always hoped that he would
turn things around for himself.
I guess he was just trying to say
goodbye but I will NEVER forget this experience.