When I lost my husband, I thought I had lost the power to love all the things I held dear. I thought I had lost my love for music. I found instead, I had strengtened all my powers to enjoy the gifts of both undying love, and the beautiful soul searching music we both loved.

We both played the piano. We played for our own enjoyment and we played to each other. Playing for each other was considered quality time we shared with each other. We were both romantics and loved the songs that so eloquently put our feelings into words that we had somehow lost the knack for finding ourselves.

Josh had aways been there for me. We were always able to sense each other's need when one or the other was in either physical or mortal danger. More than once we rushed to each other's aide, though we never communicated a verbal call for help.

Josh seemed perfectly fine one night when I went off to my classes at the local Community College. I kissed him good-by, as I grabbed my books and car keys. He wished me luck on a very important exam he had been helping me with. We joked as I ran down the steps to the garage. We always kept each other amused with our little quips to each other.

I had just pulled into the parking lot, when an overwhelming sense of anxiety came over me. I pulled screeching, back out of the parking lot and headed home. I knew without a doubt that Josh was in danger. (What kind I had no idea), I only knew that time was running out. When I pulled up to the house I could see the living room curtains had been ripped from the window. Inside Josh was on the living room floor in front of the window, with the curtains clutched against his chest.

Josh had suffered a massive heart attack. Had I not have turned around and rushed back home, he would have never have been there to spend another moment with me. We had always promised to always be there for each other. We had fourteen more years together.

I learned never to take him for granted. I always held him for just that extra loving moment whenever we kissed good-by or good-night. How grateful I was for all those extra years.

The second heart attack was his last. Now that he is no longer with me, my most fervent wish is "IF I COULD HOLD HIM ONE MORE TIME".

Every night since Josh's passing, I take extra care to make sure the windows are all locked and the doors are all double bolted. The basement windows were checked and rechecked throughout the course of the evening. For some reason it was these windows that I was most fearful of.

I was awakened by the sound of smashing glass. Soft muted voices could be heard as they were coming closer up the basement steps. I was paralyzed with fear. At that moment for some unexplained reason the Yamaha started playing, at top volume and at full orchestral setting. I heard the loud stumbling and stomping as they made haste down the basement steps and more glass breaking as they exited out of the same window they had gained entrance through.

The music had stopped as abruptly as it had started. SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME played long enough to chase away the danger that was approaching me. When I checked the digital piano, I found I had left a disc in the auto play...BUT there was NO logical reason as to why the power went ON and OFF by itself. It has never happened BEFORE or SINCE.

Having bars installed on the basement window has given me an extra sense of security, but my most secure feelings comes from the knowledge that Josh is my Guardian Angel, My SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME.

When a loved one is taken away, that loved one is truly your guardian angel, and will keep constant watch over you. Be secure in that knowledge. IT'S TRUE!

Submitted by: Loving Wife
Background by: Nancy