Would you recommend going to a medium?
I know how much my friend and colleague Kim misses her mum and what comfort visiting a medium has given her. I asked her to write her thoughts down and what she wrote brought tears to my eyes as I know it will speak to anyone who has lost a loved one. Let me know what you think and what you would do in her situation? Theresa x
Three months after my darling mom passed away over 9 years ago, I went to visit a medium and had the most incredible experience. So much so, that I’ve been back to visit the same lady, now 7 or 8 times at important times over those years.
I’ve had wonderfully positive experiences each time and really do feel that it has helped me to accept that mom is no longer physically in my life and has brought me peace and comfort and I suppose acceptance that she is ok, that she’s still around me protecting me and I now feel that I have proof and knowledge that one day I will be in her arms once again.
When a friend of mine recently lost her mom, after a quite swift and unexpected illness, she asked me whether I thought that she should go and see the same lady that I saw and whether I thought it would help her.
What a difficult question that was to answer! I felt such a sense of responsibility to say the right thing!
On one hand, yes I thought that if she had the same experience I had, then it would be good for her and would be helpful to her as I knew she was really struggling through her grief and to be honest, apart from being close by to give her a hug when she needed one and to listen, I didn’t know how else to help her.
On the other hand, I was petrified that if I suggested that she went and it upset her even more, or if her mom didn’t come through, she’d be extremely disappointed and that might make her even worse and I’d NEVER do anything to upset her.
I didn’t know what to do?
The only thing I felt that I could do, was to share my experience and say how much I hoped that her mom would come through. The medium I went to see, is someone I would trust with my life. There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that she is the real deal. In a world where everyone knows what everybody has for breakfast, dinner and tea, and nothing is a secret because of social media, there could be so many charlatans around, but I had no concerns that if anyone could get her mom to come through to her, that Michelle would be the one to do it.
Her appointment was the Friday before Christmas. I sat at home like an expectant parent, waiting for her to call me. I received a text message from her sister who went with her after they’d left saying “Thank you so much for sorting this out, Bev will call you later but we both got what we needed from it and we’ve had a chat with mum and it’s helped us both.”
I heaved a huge sigh of relief but really wanted to know the nitty gritty! Bev then messaged me to say that she would call me later but that she had SO much to tell me. She said that it was the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced and she felt upset but calm at the same time, if that made sense.
It made perfect sense to me. That’s exactly how I felt after I’d connected with my mom for the first time. I felt really happy that I’d got some communication from her yet upset and sad, because it had gone again and what if it never came back.? Michelle had said to me that mom was around me all the time, with me and listening to me, the only difference now was that I couldn’t see her. She also said to me that the connection between my mom and I was so strong that my mom would find a way to connect with me come what may. I thought that was amazing.
I spoke to Bev later that night and she went through the 12 pages of notes that she made, sharing intimate and beautiful things that had happened between her, her mom and her sister. She cried, I cried. She laughed, I laughed and I really felt that a little bit of her broken heart was on the mend. And that is exactly what I would want for my best friend.
I don’t think anyone who hasn’t experienced it, can understand the gaping hole that is left behind when a parent that is not just your parent, but one that is also your friend, is taken away from you. I certainly didn’t until I lost my mom and I even remember ringing a friend of mine up who had lost her dad and I apologised for not knowing how she must have felt and said that I was so sorry I didn’t know what turmoil she was going through.
I also find myself listening to friends who are not close to their parents, or who argue with them, and I want to tell them to hug that person really close and tell them how much they are loved, because one day it could all be taken away from you and your life could be totally ripped apart and never be the same again.
I know not everyone feels the same and people have different family relationships and dynamics but I know that Bev had a similar upbringing to me, her parents had been married for over 50 years and they were a really close and loving family. Bev has been a friend to me since we were about 5 years old. My longest and best friend in the whole world.
When all is said and done, if your mom was the best mom in the world when she was alive, why would she just up and leave you just because she’d passed to the other side? Surely, that’s not how it works. I know that when anything happens to me, there is no way that my son is getting rid of me! I’ll still want to be around him and protect him in any way I can! And I’ve told Michelle that when I do go, she’d better be prepared because I will be getting in touch!
I firmly believe that this experience for my friend in time will help her to move on and accept her new way of life without this very important person of her family in it. I hope that it continues to bring her peace and comfort and helps her to adjust to the situation and heals her heart although I know it will never be fully mended.
Have you ever been in this situation?
What would you do?
Would you recommend that your best friend visits a medium?
I’d absolutely love to know your thoughts in either the comments on this blog post, or in the comments on the Facebook post.