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Love knows no Boundaries, Death or Time.

It is with great honor that I am retelling todays experience with the paranormal as it just so happens to be a love story.  I'm not even sure I can do it justice - but I'll certainly give it a try.

Sally met Harry when she was 19. 
She was working at Disney in Florida. He was visiting his father when their two month affair blossomed. They stopped speaking (mostly because of Harry). But Sally knew in the time that they were apart she never wanted anyone nor could she be with anyone else till by coincidence fate connected them five years later. 
Seven amazing years and two beautiful children after that, Harry took a seizure while sleeping this past May and died. I don't know his exact age, but I will say he couldn't have been quite thirty.

Harry showed up at my back door on May 18th. I didn't know who he was or why but I didn't want to deal with him. For the first time I could see a spirit without meditation or closing my eyes to focus.
At three am, for a woken bathroom break (I'm an extreme peer!)  I could see a man standing at my back door staring in at me - he was tall, thin and wearing baseball hat and jacket (to which I later calculated as a hoodie).  When I was contacted by Sally via text message a little over a week later, I saw his face once more. BINGO.  

Today, Sally and I would meet face to face. 
Harry was so excited. He was here, in my home - the minute I opened my eyes. 
He had so much to say and was pretty hyped up about the opportunity to say it. 
During my morning mediation I had to ask him to politely wait, because it was not yet time.
Before I got to Jim Thorpe, I had so much information to share.  He spoke to me while I did my hair!

Sitting with Sally in their living room, I told her everything Harry had blurted out while 
I was getting ready for our time together. 
I have to say that I was deeply in awe of her grace and profound strength. 
Some of the stuff was heavy and she laughed knowing I was using his language and words to convey his message to her. 
As she wiped her eyes, I hugged her. I was proud of myself for not crying - as an empath I often do when I sense someone else's pain. As Harry continued to share things with her and assure her his spirit still there and would be earth bound for the next six to eight months, Sally politely shared their story with me.

"I just knew he was the one when we first met. He went through some dark times while we were apart. A week before we reconnected, he was in church. He prayed and wrote on a card he dropped in the prayer box that he would meet the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. A week later, we were both speaking of each other one night and by chance on this evening, I called his friend  - and Harry answered the phone. That was it."

Harry wanted Sally to know that he would take care of her. That he would see to it that she and their children would be loved throughout their time apart. That tradition in his honor would keep them together always and his memory alive.  He was sad however that he couldn't hold her or his kids any longer and despite him being ok on the other side, this was something he needed to come to terms with.

"I always knew that I would rather be together, with him facing a horrible job, bills and no money and actually working it out then actually not be together at all." 

It was in this moment...I lost my cool. 
I had to turn my head away from Sally take a deep breath and acknowledge that I wasn't feeling her sadness, or his. 
I was experiencing my own.  
After explaining to her previously about my mediumship being empathetic, I had to apologize for letting my own feelings get in the way of her reading.  I was embarrassed to say the least to admit that in my own struggle with the great L word, I was radically searching for it to be better than whats actually been showing up in my life.

"It's ok." She smiled.  "Everyone deserves to be loved."  

I believe that I got the opportunity to witness this event, to be a bridge if you will - to hear this gorgeous tale, to experience this love beyond worlds and time not only so that I could connect these two souls but also so that I would be encouraged.  I am honored at the chance to have had this happen.

In hearing Sally speak, I knew that she and Harry have known each other more than this lifetime and there is no doubt that I have that they will be together again. For Harry to share that he would help to find her another love so that she would be taken care of spoke more than volumes of some romantic novel- that is unconditional love- that love is timeless and true.

I - like a sap studying romantic comedy in my 'off time' - cried 75% of the ride home. 
The other 25% I simply felt grateful to have been part of todays tale - to have "Sally's" permission to tell about it and to possibly be inspired by her amazing person when we meet again. 
I can only wish to have her strength and grace. But mostly I wish her and her family nothing but all the love, luck and success in their future and in this difficult time.



  1. Wow...beautiful. Love is love is matter in what form it manifests.

    1. Beautiful truth... Seems to do it an injustice to label it a story.


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