I’m Home – A Message from the Other Side

Early April, my wait in the doctor’s office was taking longer than usual. While waiting, a woman came and sat down beside me, somewhat shakily. She had a pleasant personality, yet I could feel her nervousness. It wasn’t only for herself, it was also for someone she cared deeply about, someone I felt she was losing.

 

She turned to talk to me and said, “Boy, the place is just packed.” She went on to say she lived in Levack which was quite a distant drive. We chatted about the weather briefly, and I allowed the trivial conversation to work its magic building rapport. I told her that I felt her nervousness when she came in and sat down. Opening up, she told me she was here to get results for tests she had, the illness her husband has been struggling with for a few months, and that there were issues there to be worried over.

 

Her energy was clingy, though not in a bad way, only in a needful way. I invited her to call if she needed to talk and handed her my business card. That was when I was called into the doctor’s office for my appointment. As I walked away, she looked at me and asked, “Is my husband going to die?”

 

“I’m not God, Jen. I’m an intuitive. It isn’t my job, nor my place to predict death,” I replied, as I pointed to the heavens with a friendly smile. I turned to see the doctor and didn’t see Jen again until later that year.

 

In September, an amazing soul came for his regular visit who lives in the east end of town, not far from where I lived. A good friend, we sat down for tea and as he was settling and getting comfortable I immediately sensed an energy around him.

 

“There is a very strong male presence around you… this visitor’s name starts with the letter “D” but I can’t quite hear the name. It’s a neighbour coming over visiting in spirit,” I said. “Do you know of a neighbor whose name starts with “D”, is 48 years old, male, who passed away after a battle with cancer? He’s been with his life-partner for at least eight years; a woman who had recently changed her hair color from brown to blonde.”

 

He insisted, “No, I can’t think of anyone I know that fits that description living near me.”

 

After we finished with our visit and his reading, I insisted he take the notes containing my scribbles about what I had felt today; just a little reminder, as I usually do.

 

The next day, he phoned, seeming agitated and hardly containing his excitement. He said, “You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you, Jay! You’ll never believe what happened last night!”

 

“When I got home after seeing you yesterday, I was taking out the garbage when a young woman approached to ask about the garbage pick-up schedule in the neighborhood. She introduced herself as Jen and told me that she had just moved into the next townhouse over and that she was from Levack. Her husband, David, 48, had recently passed away after a battle with cancer. She just sold her property and decided to move to the east end of the city where it would be more convenient to live.”

 

“I’m sure she thought I was crazy as she spoke to me,” he continued. “I had this puzzled look on my face while she told me the story because I remembered the note and everything you’d said just hours earlier. I asked her if she would mind waiting while I went inside to get a message for her. I haven’t even met her and I’m suggesting I have a message for her? Sure, she thought I was crazy! All the same, she was surprised, but said okay.”

 

“When I came back, I looked at her and said I’d been to see a friend today who is a Medium. Her name is Jay. She received a message from your husband when I was visiting earlier today. Jay sat there and told me I have a neighbor by the name of “D”, 48 years old who passed away of cancer recently, who had a message for his wife of eight years; a woman who just changed her hair color from brown to blond. I told Jay I didn’t have a neighbor like that, but I guess it seems that I do. Your husband wanted to say ‘Hi’ to you. Here is his note.”

 

As he handed the note to Jen, she told him that she had met a lady by the name of Jay earlier that year at the doctor’s office, months before moving to the east end of town. She went into the house and returned with my business card, which had the same name and number she just received with my friend’s note. The message was for her, this cinched it.

 

The message: “I promised to reach her with a message. Let her know that I made it through. I’m Home.”