Before you read: This is a story from my Ma’s mouth and it features a psychic medium. This psychic is reputable, and we know her well. If you don’t agree with/like psychics, that’s fine but this is a personal story so, you know, don’t be an arsehole.
In February, 2007, my step-dad was killed. It’s not really relevant to the story, other than it sets the time frame nicely and adds some context.
Not long after he had passed away, my Ma and one of her good friends went to see a psychic they knew well.
Ma has since told me that at this point in her life, she wanted nothing more than to see her partner again, just once and that was the main reason for visiting a psychic medium.
My Ma was understandably confused as she’d come with only one friend who was outside.
“Not that friend,” the psychic laughed softly. “The entourage you’ve brought with you.”Before they officially begun the reading, she told my Ma that many people had come with her; grandparents, two children, a partner, a father. She told my Ma that she would never, ever walk alone.
Whether you believe in the credibility of psychic mediums or not, the accuracy of her statement and the pure joy in my Ma’s eyes when she tells this story is the most precious thing in the world.