This story comes from writer Sharlie West, one of several that she sent. It illustrates the emotional component of synchronicities, particularly when we’re faced with major transitions and upheavals.
In the fall of 1990 my mother had a stroke and was admitted to Hillhaven Nursing Home, about ten minutes from my house. One afternoon we were talking and out of nowhere, I said “I should have married Jimmy B. He always cared about me.” My husband, Frank, had died the previous year.
Mom look at me, puzzled. I had not mentioned Jim’s name for 40 years. Then she remembered him and said, “Yes, he had it pretty bad.” We laughed about that and then I forgot the conversation.
Three weeks later Mom had a heart attack and passed away.I was sitting in the living room with a friend and suddenly got the feeling someone was thinking about me. It was so intense I could feel the person in my mind and even see his image. He was middle-aged, with salt and pepper hair, glasses. No one I knew. I mentioned this to my friend who shrugged and said it was my imagination.
Not long afterward, I received a letter of condolence from Jimmy B. He had read the obituary in the paper. I was surprised and then remembered the conversation with Mom. He had gotten my address from the funeral home and not long after that he dropped by. It was the same man I had seen in my vision. Since Jimmy was thin with dark hair and no glasses there was no way I could have imagined him in the present.
Three weeks later, he moved in with me and eighteen years later we are still together.
We like to think my Mom helped out.
