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fun and romance 31.3.22

 Good morning from a loved up woman and an energy filled man from the other side.

Last.night I felt sad I was crying and I was trying to doy Italian language learning through tear glaring eyes which did not help very much.

I felt Gary presence in the lounge and I could hear him speaking to me clairaudiently saying, 'please don't cry'.

It is not easy when his death day is coming up in a few days and I just get low.

But to do his best he tried to cheer me up with the smell of cheesy feet and trying his best to help me with my language learning using the Duolingo app.

Right this is how it went I had a question in English asking for me to write what was shown in Italian.

The question was (the ant is an insect.).

Now this was funny because I could hear Gary telling me the translation into Italian it went like this. I watched him use my keypad put the first Italian word in which he put (lo) which means yes. He actually typed the rest of the sentence in Italian, remember I'm just watching with amazing eyes what he is doing.

He said press the button to see if it's correct or not.

Answer was wrong....WHOOPS I heard him say and ha ha ha.

The (lo) was meant to be La formica é un insetto not Lo formica é un insetto.

Now that made me laugh out loud.

It cheered me up. I finished my lesson without any wrong answers so I am improving.

Time was nearly nine at night and I start to feel tired.

Second husband who I married 3 years after Gary had been killed had already gone upstairs to get ready for bed.

I sorted the cats out and went upstairs myself to get ready for bed.

Nigel was in the bathroom getting ready when I started getting ready for bed.

Gary I could feel was in the room with me actually he was behind me touching my shoulders with gentle feather touches.

Nigel came back into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom to go to toilet and clean my teeth etc

Now someone else is with me in the bathroom and in my mind's eye I can see him in white boxers and messy hair and stubble still good looking as always and that cheeky smile.

I hear him say get naked, so I strip off and I feel him touch me more intensely as if he wanted something which I knew he did.

As usual l get on my knees and he nestles.between my thighs and I feel him enter me like before when he was physical yes he is actually making love to me, I feel every thrust and I can feel his left hand on the middle of my back as his continues to make love to me.

I'm trying not to moan by putting hand over my mouth, my eyes are shut and I can see his face and hear him talking to me and moaning.

Then I heard him say 'im cumming YES'.

He stops thrusting and the energy stops.

Now I'm.not going to say anymore as he has asked me not to mention it as it's too personal and not for eyes to read lol...

Understand completely how he feels since being on the other side.

Well actually earth bound soul waiting for me to cross myself.

I am still on my knees naked and I can see Gary in my mind's eye putting himself back into his white boxers.

I hear him say you can get dressed now and do your business.


Now this is one weird amazing life I lead.

Everything he is doing Is so real and truly fantastic.

He is my life, my soulmate, my true love, and nothing will part is.

To complete the end of the day.

He came and laid on me rubbing his stubbly face on mine until I fell asleep.

Passion never ends when your loved one crosses over it continues I can prove that myself.


Believe me I have had the validation that we still love physically.





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