sadness from Gary as he helps his friend who has just transitioned 1.4.22.

Good morning everyone,

Bright blessings to you and may the universe grant you your wishes and needs.

Has anyone on here ever felt their loved one lay on top of you in bed and touch your face with their fingers and drop tears from their eyes onto your face?

Reason for asking it happened to me last night.

Gary had come home from visiting a friend of his who had recently crossed over three days earlier.

My medium friend who I visit in her shop had Gary speak to her clairaudiently saying 'helping Guy'. Which meant he wasn't visiting and not in the mood to chat.

She described Guy as a coloured man and in army uniform as she could see this coloured man called Guy and Gary sing this army song together in uniform.

Now this was real validation because I showed my friend his photo on my phone from years ago.

Gary confirmed he was visiting Guy and was helping him.

Gary is an earth bound soul he can flit from here and the other side freely.

Going back to last night (31st march). Myself I can hear, smell, feel, and taste spirit.

I sensed he was a little sad more than normal as he feels my pain when I'm hurt and grieving.

This time I actually felt a tear drop from his eye (right) and fall on to my face.

I think being an empathetic I could feel his emotions too.

I could hear him sobbing as he said sorry.

Now has that happened to any of you readers?

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