So this past weekend, I was up in the cities visiting friends and family. While out with a good friend of mine (and Joe’s) and super fun gal, she asked me what I thought about psychics and mediums. I told her I was open to them and had never really thought about it too much.
Well there just happened to be a convention in town on Saturday and she was wondering if I would want to check it out. I was totally in! So off we went. Once we got there, I really wanted to have a reading done. So I signed up with one lady and as we walked around to other booths – my friend recommended I try this other lady that she had researched and thought was wonderful…So I will let you decide if she was wonderful or not –
Prior to sitting down with her, all I did was write my first and last name on a sheet of paper. That’s it. She asked me if I was interested in a psychic reading or a past life. I choose the past life. She told me to only nod yes or no to validate what she was saying and we were off.
When she began she kept seeing an older woman…I shook my head no…Then she starts in about a younger man…he is medium build, a little stocky, short/ dark hair and he keeps saying, “I’m not sick anymore – I was so sick”
(Now I am trying to play it cool and just gently shake my head yes…Please also note some of these comments are out of context, for I only took brief notes)
She continues repeating, “I am not sick anymore” and then asks if he passed from a terminal illness, cancer… She then goes into
I see this bulletin board…with pictures of family and you two…and your standing next to him…She asks – “Where you standing by him when he passed?” (YES)
(So in the room at Joe’s parent’s house, where he was when he died…there is a bulletin board with pictures we had hung up of everyone)
She then goes into – He’s not sick anymore and he is ok. He wants you to know this and wants you to be happy and when you are feeling sad/depressed/ down – you need to stop handling it alone – you need to call your friends and family…
(OK – so it is not fun to always call people crying – so I don’t and he knows that and I will call from now on J)
She then goes into a statement about notes – hockey sticks – turning the sports on tv and this jewelry box…
(I just found all those notes from Joe…Hockey sticks – his cousins are into hockey and I was staying at their house or…maybe the sticks were baseball bats??? – sports on TV…That is Joe)
So maybe at the point you think I am crazy but wait…
She says he wants to validate that it is him…Did you recently stub your toe or break a toe nail?
(YES – Lost a part of my big toe nail from running…I’M REALLY LISTENING NOW)
He wants you to know the battle is over and he is good. Then she says – there is this other woman with him and I can’t make out her face…She is just with him…
(I’ve been having that in my dreams…WHO IS SHE…maybe me in an afterlife…maybe the cancer???)
She then moves on for she can’t make anything of it and time is getting low. She starts in – He keeps saying “Mom, Mom, Mom…” He wants to make sure you keep talking with his mom and let her know he is ok…and…that he loves her.
(This is so Joe. Always caring about everyone else and making sure they are ok. Also when he was dying – he would often call out for his mom.)
Then the time was up. I held it together, thanked the woman and walked away feeling the most peace I have felt yet. Joe was there and he is ok. I hope this story does justice, for it was overwhelming.
After I left the convention, I was so excited to tell others and I didn’t even care what they thought, but I knew I wanted to tell Tom and Mary in person. So I went over there yesterday when I got home. Ironically while I was with this medium – Mary was with her friend at a craft sale – and her friend was telling her about her personal experience with a medium… (I think this was Joe preparing his mom for my experience)
So, as I am driving home last night – I’m trying to process everything and make sure this really happened…even trying to discount it all. As I open the door to my car – I look to my left and see the rock in my garden that says BELIEVE in Joe’s handwriting. I do Believe!
…and I always will BELIEVE…
Thank you Joe for everything – You’ve always known how to help make things right even in the worst times. I miss seeing you more and more – but I know you are here when I need you and you aren’t sick anymore. 143 forever and always.
Love - Rach