He was admitted to hospital with a chest infection, then his liver started playing up, he began to recover but then contracted a hospital bug (C. Diff) and something else. It was quite bad , we had to put scrubs and face masks on and all to go in and see him, yet had to as we were all soon told he had a matter of days left to live.
He was a great friend but he always joked with me that i'm not really psychic, it's all nonsense, all religion is nonsense, Angels are nonsense.. you could say he saw everything as nonsense, but I always took it lightly , as a joke. His sense of humour, he was quite stubborn.
So I went to visit him for the last time. I knew it would be my last time seeing him.. I just knew. I feel he did too. I sat next to him and I told him I had brought him a few gemstones. (I was holding on to any hope there was left at this point. In shock, I picked up gemstones thinking maybe they could help him, yet I knew he'd laugh at me.)
So I placed them down on his over bed table. And for once, he picked one up and said to me ''so , what does this one do?'' and I explained... then he asked about another.
He said to me after a couple minutes of silence ''so you really do believe that when we die we'll go somewhere else?'' I told him yes I do. I told him my thoughts on what happens, we'll meet again, we'll just not be in the physical, the body is a vessel, it's a shell, we give it back etc etc.
He suddenly blurted out '' well if it's true then, i'll give you a sign on the other side''
I was taken back in shock by what I had just heard, was unexpected, but I said to him, well how will I know it's you?
I joked with him that he better not be one to be rattling pans and knocking things over... he said (with serious look on his face)... no, i'll flash the lights.
I realized he was serious, for once he was really thinking about this and considering it. Tried not to get upset , I wasn't, if anything I was happy that we were able to be open with each other like this and that he had felt safe and comfortable to do so with me.
Anyway, that same night I was in my bathroom and I went to turn the light on. The lightbulb flashed, and shattered in pieces on the floor. No idea why it had happened, had never done that, but I picked up the glass etc. I went to the hallway later on that evening and the hallway light was blinking. Thinking to myself.. is there a moth up in the light etc etc, nope. Just activity. Next morning , I got the call that my friend had died.
He found his way after all. There was also lots of activity at his wake after the funeral.(Canned) Drinks exploding, cigarettes going out by themselves , things moving on the table in the pub where he would sit religiously. Lights flashing. Car alarms going off in the cemetery car park. You name it
Anyway, I just wanted to share this story ... his promise to me that when he crossed over, he'd do this, just to let me know he was on the other side after all.. I find it's a nice starting point. Have so many stories to share.
Hope this helps bring some comfort to any who are in doubt