This is a personal account of a ghost story that occurred over 10 years ago. This "true experience" firmly supported my theory that our departed loved ones can convey messages through dreams.
Back in 1989, being a fresh graduate of Psychology graduate, I landed a job in
the personnel department in one of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was 11 years older than me. He became one of my friends while working there. Jun was king, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents and relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marriage proposal during the latter part of that year.
My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun for him to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun I busied myself with the family business. Basically, I keep went on with my life and tried to forget about him.
On the morning of June 2, 1994, I received a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before June 1, 1994. Shocked! I crumpled the short note and hurriedly called his aunt for confirmation. She told me that when we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drunk heavily each day. He neglected his death as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours, all he is wanted was to see you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much," Jun's aunt said.
Sadly, my parents didn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. There even came a point where I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.
On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun came into my dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already gone but it didn't mean that he was leaving me. "I will always be beside you, guarding you," he said
I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."
He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by voice calling his name "It's time for me to go." He told me. "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes. " I will be here for you always." He replied. "And I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that I love you very much."
Back in 1989, being a fresh graduate of Psychology graduate, I landed a job in
the personnel department in one of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was 11 years older than me. He became one of my friends while working there. Jun was king, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents and relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marriage proposal during the latter part of that year.
My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun for him to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun I busied myself with the family business. Basically, I keep went on with my life and tried to forget about him.
On the morning of June 2, 1994, I received a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before June 1, 1994. Shocked! I crumpled the short note and hurriedly called his aunt for confirmation. She told me that when we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drunk heavily each day. He neglected his death as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours, all he is wanted was to see you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much," Jun's aunt said.
Sadly, my parents didn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. There even came a point where I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.
On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun came into my dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already gone but it didn't mean that he was leaving me. "I will always be beside you, guarding you," he said
I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."
He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by voice calling his name "It's time for me to go." He told me. "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes. " I will be here for you always." He replied. "And I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that I love you very much."
After saying this, he vanished before my eyes open. I woke up and crying. After this incident, I finished began to accept his death. And whenever I depressed, I can feel his presence right beside me and I know somehow out there he is still waiting patiently for me..
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