My Name is Valerie and this is an account of what happened to me.
Well I am nobody special, I have 2 grown up children, my son is married, and I have a beautiful grandson. I am 50 years old and I lost my husband John 2 years ago. We were married 27 years and it wasn�t perfect, we had our ups and downs, but we did love and care for each other, and sadly I miss his company immensely. I wasn�t a churchgoer haven�t been for a long time except for weddings, christenings and funerals. There it is, I never felt the need to go but I am a Christian, I do believe in god. As for spirits and ghosts I read stories of others experiences, and was interested but looked no further. I had never been to fortune-tellers or mediums, and didn�t know anything about what happened in a spiritual church.
Never did want to know my future, really I don�t think I have changed in that respect, I don�t want to know, I think if you know what�s going to happen what�s the point you would never enjoy the surprises, although they could be happy or sad. If you knew something was bound to fail, you wouldn�t do it what would be the point. So you would never learn anything, we learn by our mistakes as well as our success.
Well I am no angel, I would call me lazy, easily side tracked, hate housework, now I�m on my own I can get out of that a lot easier. Plenty of jobs around my house pending, Its taken me months to sew a new pair of curtains I start things and put them down halfway through and forget them, I have finished them now wonder how long it will take for me to put them up. I have a few good points though I love my family to bits and would do anything for them and my friends also. When we were first married John used to drink a lot more than I did; I only drank at weekends. He would go to the pub every day after work. As my children got older my attitude was if you can�t beat him join him.
My main pastime with my husband when he was alive was drinking; we never measured by the glass it was how many bottles could we afford tonight. Sherry usually but I liked whisky and John was a beer drinker and liked rum when we were flush. When I look back now we wasted a lot of our life. John came back to start me on a new life. I did spent some time in a mental hospital, because I get depressed. I was given tablets but always thought they did me no good and I stopped taking them. My husband was ill for 5 years before he died, and he was in and out of hospital so much. I didn�t have time to think about being depressed; I think it made me well, because I needed to be strong for him.
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