I have decided to start my blog on Dec 11th. because that is a very special day. It is the date, two years ago, that my mother transitioned into spirit. As I sat with her, as she died, you may wonder, since I am a medium, did I see her spirit lift from her body?
No.
Did I hear my father’s voice as he walked with her into the light?
No.
Did I feel my mother’s joy when she saw my brother, after so many years of missing him?
No.
All I felt was the sadness of my mother leaving me. I was numb. When the funeral home came and wheeled her body out of my home, it was unbearable, as I said goodbye.
Even though, a week before her death, I was visited by the angel of death, with his love and compassion, he assured me, that my mother’s death would be a peaceful one. And it was, she drifted into a coma and within hours she gently crossed over. Because of the work that I do, as a medium, I have entered into his realm, many times and through the years he and I have become friends.
I knew intellectually, within these seconds of her death, my mother has been healed. Her tired, aging, sick body was left behind to transform back into the Earth, while her soul has entered into the heavens with her Angels, my dad, my brother, her mom and dad, brothers and sisters and her two best friends. I rejoiced for her. But in my heart, the sadness and despair fell heavy upon me. Then I remember, I am a medium and I can communicate with her. At first, it was so hard to accept this new relationship of the soul, a concept that I have taught for many years. Yet, I wanted to see her, to talk with her, to share feelings, I wanted to walk into her room and hear her laughter. But through the grief, I forced myself, to sit in silence, and asked her to come. There was nothing but silence. I sat in her room for hours into the early morning, held her rosary and begged her for a sign. Nothing, In my frustration, I gave up and I decided to go to bed.
As I fell into a deep sleep, I felt that I was no longer in my bed, but in my mother’s bed, in the home where I grew up. I could clearly see her night table, and then in happened, she sat on the bed and touched my forehead, it was her hands, her touch, I knew I wasn’t dreaming, she had come, to let me know she is still with me. When I woke, I could feel the love, I was a little sad to realize that these moments are fleeting, yet grateful for my visitation.
What I have come to believe is, that the communication doesn’t always come easy or doesn’t always come when you want it, not even for a medium. Medium John Edward, has spoken of how hard it was for him to contact his mother. Even though, I do this daily, I too must put in the work, quieting my mind, letting go and believing the bond we share will never end.