Jerry and I used to send each other e-cards from a website that had animated penguin messages. Just now I checked my mail and saw a message that said "Happy Birthday," sent from "admin" at that website - and my mind immediately decided that maybe somehow Jerry had sent me a card.
The sobbing and gasping that ensued have now subsided. For the moment.
C.S. Lewis has a passage somewhere (I would have to get up on a chair to find it) to the effect that it all comes from God, the present someone else buys for us, the gift we buy for ourselves. If the universe is seen as fluid, the wonder of getting the "present" through a different person can be enjoyed -- it doesn't have to be sent literally from your deceased spouse to be a vehicle for feeling love (his, the universe's, what have you) -- a lot of it is how we perceive it -- at least that's how it struck me when something very similar happened to me on my first anniversary without my husband.
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