My husband whom I love dearly translated yesterday. He had cancer, but I don’t believe he suffered much pain at the end. I know you were there with him. He had wanted very strongly to talk with you by telephone several days ago, but when we called the office, you were not there. I wrote you, but perhaps you didn’t get the letter in time. That is my only regret, that he did not get to speak with you.
Your husband is in good hands, and you will be able to meet each other in the dream state, so you both have time to adjust to the idea of his translation from the body.
A letter from me would have made these events stretch out over several more months, giving him false hopes of recovery. He’d completed the spiritual growth he’d come to earth to do, and Soul heard the call of Divine Spirit and was ready for new shores.
Love transcends all borders. Your love for each other will endure. The point is that you must now let yourself heal. Crying is a good physician. Please look for me on the inner planes for comfort—that is, look to the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, which is the spiritual part of myself.
The tenderness of your love for each other will remain after the sorrow is gone. By all means, keep your love moving out to others; do not become introverted.
—Sri Harold Klemp