This is a long post, but I wanted to share an experience I had recently.
I have a framed picture of my maternal grandparents in my room. I love this picture. It is a photo from 1945 just after the war. It is a beautiful wedding picture.
Unfortunately those grandparents died when I was little. I was extremely close with my “poppop,” the man in the above picture. I’ve shared a little about him before on the blog about how he helped shape the adventurer in me. Those grandparents lived a 9 hour drive away, but I was still so close to them. I would visit each summer and spend my day’s swimming in their pool. I literally would jump for hours into my grandfather’s arms and he never complained, although I’m sure it had to be tiring.
He was an amazing grandfather and I loved him very much. After my grandmother passed, my grandfather moved to Pittsburgh to be closer to us and for medical care. He spent his last few months very close to us. The summer he moved down my sister and cousins would have sleepovers at his condo and stay up late watching movies. In the morning he would always take us to breakfast where we would try to beat our record of how high our creamers tower could go. Then that December he passed away from liver cancer, a believed long-lasting complication caused by him catching hepatitis during the war.
I know he is around. I know that all my loved ones that have passed are there somewhere looking out for me. During the period of time from about 5-7th grade my family endured a lot of loss. It was rough. In high school there was a tv show on the air called “Crossing Over With John Edward.” For years my mom tried to get tickets.
Fast forward 10 years later and my aunt calls my mom after seeing an ad in the paper that John Edward would be coming to Pittsburgh. My mom immediately told my dad that all she wanted for her birthday was tickets to the show. Naturally, she called me and asked if I would go with her.
Together we planned to go with my cousin Laura, who lost her father when we were young. Laura’s father, my uncle, had a huge personality. He could light up any room. He was just a really cool guy. I even texted Laura that morning and told her that if anyone would come through it would be her dad. Of course there were hundreds of people at the event so none of us wanted to get our hopes up. The odds were not in our favor.
Then you wonder if it is all real. We all agreed to not discuss any relatives while at the show. It was open seating. We didn’t provide contact information or names beforehand. I wanted to believe in it all, but I think there are skeptics in most of us.
Well, at the very beginning of the show a girl seated directly behind my cousin asked a question. Then all of sudden John Edward asked if her father was deceased. She said no. He went on to list more things to which she said no to all. He looked confused and I turned to my cousin. I told her that he had to be talking about her. Everything was lining up. Names, symbols, it seemed like our family and the girls behind us were denying everything.
Then John Edwards asked who the older male was. The older male who was military, but not just military. He had to be an officer. That’s when I turned to my mom and said “it’s poppop!” Sure, you may think that many people could relate to a comment like that. But no one else in the place reacted. My grandfather was an officer. He was very proud of his military accomplishments and the only picture we all have framed an out in all of our houses is the picture of him in his uniform.
So when John Edward asked if it made sense to someone in the area I raised my hand. Next thing you know he was saying personal things about my uncle. He got names right, events. He was correct about my cousin being a triplet. He said another male was there who was saying hi to a specific name and it happens that my other uncle who is deceased has a wife with that uncommon name. It seemed crazy. How could he know so much? Was it all an elaborate trick somehow?
But then he turned to my mother and without missing a beat said: “Your mom says Happy Birthday!” Crazy! The tickets were her birthday gift. We didn’t discuss that with anyone. Only our family knew. Lucky guess? Maybe. Just maybe out of 600 people he could successfully point out the woman whose birthday was days ago and was there as her gift.
All I know is that I feel comforted. I feel comforted that those that are gone are still with us.
We know so little about how the brain works. I don’t doubt that there are people that could possess abilities to feel energy the rest of us can’t. Anything is possible.
I just think it is shocking that my mom’s side came through. He mentioned several members and they were all together. My uncle seemed to be his personality of sorts in life: big. He interrupted the show before it even started to say hi to his amazing daughter, who months ago celebrated her wedding without him. Messages certainly needed. A reminder that we aren’t alone.
For the many who didn’t have a reading, I thought it would still be an amazing experience. Most of us have suffered a loss and if we haven’t yet we sadly will in the future. A lot of his advice and analogies I felt were healing. I especially liked the facebook analogy – we are friends with so many people on there. We don’t talk to them all anymore, but we stay connected. We see all their major life updates. Yeah, it is kind of like that.
A rewarding experience. I am so happy my mother got an amazing birthday gift. As she said in her facebook status soon after:
A good birthday present is tickets to a John Edward event. A great birthday present is when you are at the event and John Edward looks at you and says, “Your mom says Happy Birthday!”
What more can you really ask for?