I am grieving from loosing someone I loved. For me to be writing about loosing someone may not seem like such a shocker to you
since I am a psychic medium and I speak with people all the time about
connecting with those they have lost but it does come to me as somewhat of a
surprise. Let me tell you why.
When I deliver messages from your loved ones such as details of the pet duck you had when you were a child,
you are receiving confirmation that your loved ones are
still around you. Some of us are
sensitive enough in order to relay the message that your grand father is here
in spirit and speaking of a duck. We do
not always need mediums though to help us because there are messages for us all the
time. We just need to be sensitive
enough to recognize it and not write it off to a coincidence.
My heart is still heavy from a recent loss of mine. As I sit and type today my eyes still fill
with water, my nose drips and I can barely swallow from the tightness in my
throat. I am grieving the loss of my 55-year-old
first cousin who went to sleep one night and did not wake up the next
morning. I am telling myself all the
things that I tell you when you make an appointment with me about soul being
eternal and the physical body giving out and that our loved ones are still
with us. It hasn’t made the tears and
the sadness go away even though I believe he is sending
love.
There have been many signs from heaven since Ray passed. The day he died his sisters and I were going
through pictures of all of us growing up.
The pictures were all mixed in together in a large container some pictures
were in boxes, some in photo albums. I
was sitting there when I found a piece of schoolwork dated 1966 that Ray had
done when he was in elementary school.
He had written, “Today is Thursday. “ (It was Thursday and he had just died that morning.)
“It is a beautiful spring day.” “The sky is blue the flowers are
blooming.” March 31 1966. He
died on Thursday and he was buried on March 31, 2014. I felt this was a message from heaven that
Ray made it to be with God. It was too
much of a coincidence to ignore.
During the funeral the minister mentioned Ray fishing with
his Uncle Alton. Alton was my Dad. After the funeral was over, I noticed the
Funeral Director from the funeral home had a name tag on and as I got closer to
get a good look, his name was “Al Moore”.
My Dad was Alton Moore. I knew my
Dad was there to greet Ray as he entered into the after life.
Ray worked for the water company. We have lived in this little town for four
years and never had our water turned off.
I woke up one morning after the funeral and we had no water. I immediately though “Ray has been
here!” I called the city of Arnaudville
and the woman told me the entire town was without water and at that time no one
knew why. I thought, “Ray your
good!” I shared this with his sister and
she made me smile by saying “You’re funny!”
I felt unconditional love from that reply because we all have our own beliefs about what happens when we die yet we love each other anyway.
