Sometimes, after I do a reading, I’m amazed by what will hit home with someone as far as evidence goes.
The son of a friend of mine flew in from New York to see his father, and also, in hopes of getting a reading with me. I was invited to a party my friends were throwing, and I suggested that I show up early and do his reading before the fun actually began. I hate missing a party for any reason! They agreed it was a good idea.
When I got to their home, Matt and I went into a bedroom, and I began the reading. He was hoping to hear from his grandmother, and she came through like gangbusters. She talked about their relationship before she died, and some of the things that have been going on in his life, since she passed. I told him at one point that she was giving me an “Italian vibe, but I didn’t think that she was Italian.” I told him that where she was going was that she cooked Italian more than she cooked Irish food. He laughed and agreed. He told me that she was Irish, but loved Italian food so much, she might as well have been Italian.
She told Matt not to feel guilty that he didn’t take her to the doctor four days before she died. This brought him to tears. He knew she wasn’t feeling well, he told me, but she refused to go. He’s been carrying around this self-imposed burden since she passed.
She also mentioned names that Matt was able to confirm, such as his mother and her husband, and she talked about Coney Island.
Personally, though I’ve been to New York, I’ve never been to Coney Island. In the reading, it came out that Matt’s grandmother used to take him there and it was one of his favorite memories. Through me she teased him about eating Coney Island hots dogs until he was sick. He admitted to me that he became sick after eating just one, but he loved them so much, he had to have as many as she would allow him to buy.
Later I was enjoying myself chatting with people at the party when I was told that Matt called his mother, and his grandfather, both back in New York since his grandmother asked him to tell them that he had heard from her. I was also told that the one thing that floored Matt was when I brought up the Coney Island hot dogs. Apparently this was one of his favorite memories of the time he spent with his grandmother.
When someone we love passes away, we’ll spend a lot of time recalling memories of being with them. It seemed to me that this reading reinforces what I tell people all of the time, “why wait?” Start thinking about them now, and allow those memories to help you appreciate those you love even more. Then while you’re appreciating them, call them and share those memories and your appreciation with them, now, while they’re still here to share your love and laughter with you. Tomorrow may be too late.
I feel your peace.
Anthony
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