My Son And I Visited A Medium, And She Gave Us A Gift We Never Saw Coming

My Son And I Visited A Medium, And She Gave Us A Gift We Never Saw Coming

— from Huffington Post —

My 20-year old son, Cameron, and I arrive at the medium’s office early. The parking lot has plenty of spaces, but I choose one far from the door. I am jittery. My palms are damp.

My mother died when I was 11, my father when I was 35, both from cancer. Ever since I lost my mother, I have imagined visiting a medium for reassurance that she was still with me in some way, that she was proud of me.  And yet, I never made an appointment. I often told my friends I didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to be ripped off by some phony telling me ambiguous nonsense, but it’s more than that. I’m scared of being taken advantage of, but I’m more scared of the implication that there is nothing to hear, that my parents aren’t with me in any way at all.

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