He talks to me.
In the thunder. And has for weeks now. Even before he died.
We have had nightly rain, and thunderstorms for weeks now, easily 8 weeks. So, some of the lightening, and the following thunder, has been significant. When we’ve had exceptional thunder, Ivan would ask me, from across the hall, “Did you call down the thunder?” I’d answer that “Absolutely. It’s to tell you that I love you.” “I love you too” he’d answer.
There have been many thunderstorms since he left me, but whenever I hear the thunder, I know we’re having the same, short, but important conversation. Yes, my love, I love you.
Thank God for the thunder.
Until next time, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.
Post script: Find some way to communicate with your love, your best friend, so you’re never alone after they’re gone.
Post post script: it’s 9/16/25, and it has rained, with thunder, every night since Ivan died. Just thought you might be interested to know that. ❤️🩹