My ex-husband was a violent bully during our marriage, and after one particularly heavy beating, I crawled back to bed and just lay there. I knew that if my three-year-old son wakened from his afternoon sleep, I would not be able to go to him.
I was past crying and just asked Spirit, and my departed father, for help. Suddenly, very gently, someone sat on the bed, stroked my head, and held me in unseen arms. I fell asleep and awakened about five hours later, feeling a lot better.
I heard my son laughing, and went to him. As I entered the sitting room, he was waving goodbye to someone.Looking around I saw that not only had he been entertained, but he had also been given snacks. He had obviously had a great afternoon.
Somehow I knew I did not have to worry. I asked him who had been there, and he pointed to a photo of my parents- Gran- and Grandpa had spent the afternoon with him, he said. They were always there for me when they were alive, and I know they are still there for us.