In December my cousin Holly (who is more like a sister to me) was invited to a party where the host (her sister in law) had invited a medium. Even though she was curious what a medium might say to her, she opted out, having lost her father unexpectedly 9 years ago. My uncle was like a second father to my sister and me, and due to the fact that his death was so unexpected, the whole family was in shock. It was the most difficult loss in my life.
Holly and I have had several discussions about her dad Larry, and in fact when another uncle passed away recently, just before he died, he started calling to his mother and Larry, as if they were waiting for him. It gave me chills to hear, because I do believe in life after death, and communication from...elsewhere...for lack of a better term.
Holly decided in December for personal reasons that she did not wish to talk to a medium, or perhaps more accurately, did not wish to speak to one in front of a group of people. At the time of the party, the medium ended up not showing up, so it was a moot point anyway. This past weekend, Holly's sister in law had another party, with a different medium. Holly was in St. Louis at the time, so she didn't attend. When the medium showed up, she was talking to the group and asked if there was a Holly present. Corey said "no, but she's my sister in law." The medium said something like, "I'm getting communication for her which I won't go into totally since she's not here, but does she have someone in her life who is an educator? A grandparent or another close relative?" Corey answered, "Her father," and the medium answered again, "I won't go into everything, but he really wants her to know he is with her and he is watching her."
When she told me this yesterday, I got chills and started crying immediately. I choose to believe that he was communicating to her, and I definitely believe he is with her. Since his death I have had dreams about him from time to time, and every time I believe they are for the sole purpose of communicating with him. The first time it happened, I dreamt that my family was having a memorial service for him. We were at a large farm, sitting in folding chairs outside near a barn, and my aunt had people stand up and speak about him. Towards the end, she found a letter Larry had written and had my dad stand up and read it (my dad and Larry were extremely close, from the time they were very young). It was a peaceful dream, and I truly felt his presence when I woke. The next day, I was talking to my mom, and hadn't mentioned my dream, and she said, "You know what today is, don't you?" and I said no, and she said, "It's the year anniversary of Larry's passing."
In another very vivid dream, I was in a gift shop in a small town. The shop was old and dusty, and I turned down an aisle, and there, looking at greeting cards, was Larry. I went up to him and we hugged and I said how much I had missed him. We talked for a while, and he moved to leave. I said, "Where are you going? I want to go with you," and he said, "No, you can't go with me." Again, I believe that was Larry dropping in to say hi.
What are your experiences with anything similar? Do you have similar stories to tell? I would love to hear them if so.
Tunic/Dress: Roxy, via T.J. Maxx
Earrings: Clothing Swap