This article was inspired by a comment on my blog post, When Your Husband Has Died – A Survival Guide

From Christine:

You said the most beautiful thing to Susan.  “You now have your own private angel in Heaven watching over you.”

I answered:

I am a great believer that the spirit of the person survives the physical experience. So, instead of praying to angels who may have a lot of requests - or saints - who must be pretty busy -Why not look to an angel who has a real interest in you? So, I do. It is more consoling to believe than not to believe. There is no downside in that.

My late husband, Julius, was a stockbroker.  He never talked about the market when he came home. If I asked him how it did today, he would answer, “Read the paper.” 

He came from a generation where the men handled the finances.  And actually, almost anything else he could get his hands on. 

He had a framed saying in his home office which read – 

THE CAPTAIN’S WORD IS LAW 

He considered himself the Captain.  My kids told me that he won the contest for the meanest father on the street.  God forbid any dog left a mark on his golf course lawn or parked an old van in front of the house.  The culprit would hear about it. 

I am giving you this background not to criticize him but to paint a picture of the type of person he was.  It was probably because he was quite a bit older than I was.

Otherwise, he was charming, handsome and loving and I could usually get around him by playing mediator.

When he was dying, I brought up the subject of money and stocks and asked who I should go to if I had a question. His answer was, “Stay away from stockbrokers.  They will just churn your money when I’m gone.”

He must have thought it over because a few days later, he said, “Well, I guess you could talk to Alice in my office.  She’s pretty smart and honest.”  This was quite a reversal as he never approved of women in business.  Even me.

After he died, I decided to study about stocks.  It was way beyond me.  I knew about running a business but this area was nothing I had any background in at all.  Remember, he never talked about it.

One day, I was doing my aerobic exercises and thinking about how little I knew.   Suddenly, I heard Julius’s voice.  Not audibly – in my head. He said, very clearly, “If you want to play, put a buy order in for IBM at 120.  It will probably go much higher, but don’t be a pig.  When it gets to 130, sell it.” 

Wait.  There’s more.  This is the startling part.  He then added, “Buy five hundred shares of Standard Oil of Indiana at the market.  Hold it.  I’ll tell you when to sell.”

I looked in the paper.  IBM was at 152.  I could not find Standard Oil of Indiana anywhere.

I called Alice.  She was stunned and very nervous at the thought that her friend Julius could give me information from the grave. Besides, she said, there was no way IBM would go down to 120.

As far as Standard Oil was concerned, she said all the old brokers tended to call Amoco by the old name.  Julius would probably do that.

She reluctantly put the orders in for me.  Her last words as she hung up were, “Well, if anybody could get through from the great beyond it would be Julius.”

You can guess the end of this story.  IBM did drop to 120.  I sold at 130.  I made over $5000. Julius never got back to me about Amoco which now goes by yet another name. So I don’t know what to do.  Actually, it has done well over the years. 

The moral to the story is that they allow even cantankerous angels like Julius in Heaven.  And they will help you.

Obviously, there is a place for all of us on the other side. Even the meanest father on the street.

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