The following is something i’d love to have managed to put in my book, but it started just before the publishing process started, and finally finished after the book was finished. Because of this i’ve always wanted to put it down as a continuation.

A rift was created after my nan died when i was about 10, maybe younger. Her house was left to my parents in her will but due to her having ‘in the laws eyes’ a common law husband, he had some rights. The legal process that followed went on for years and created this rift between my parents and my nans sister and husband. After the process was finally sorted they’d stopped talking to each other.

Since my ‘opening up’ my nan has alway been close, usually when somethings going on with the family. But during the time i was part of a psychic circle, she started coming through and over time had created a story. I’m not going to go into detail with it all as it would take pages, but lets just say she wanted this feud between her sister and her son put aside and sorted.
After i got the general jist, i worked on her wish and tried getting my old man at least on speaking terms with my great aunt, it was next to impossible. All i got was ‘i didn’t start it’, i know where i get my stubbeness from!!

When my nan died my parents spent time in and out of audiances with mediums, with no luck. The chance of being picked out of an audiance of 80+ in a limited time is minimal. But during the time i’d spent keeping on at the old man and after several psychic programmes my parents got interested in, they got tickets for another audiance with Joe medium, needless to say i went with them.

On the way home we were discussing it, it was okay, nothing major. But we did a message.

Two words were spoken, two words (or rather three) that seemed to confuse the old man and kept me silent knowing his only going to take notice of what its about when he asks me what i thought of it – knowing he was going too.

The words mentioned were my great aunts surname and London Transport, which was where my dad worked years ago. This is what i explained to my old man after he asked during the drive home:

For us, as the living, it takes quite an effort to get in touch with spirit, likewise it takes the same, if not more of an effort, for them to get in touch with us. Because of this, the less said or communicated the better. Nan didn’t need to put loads of effort into what she said to make dad understand what she needed to say, because i understood it, which meant all i needed to do is put it in English. To help me get it through to him, and as much as i wasn’t totally sure of the answer, i asked him who he was working for when Nan died? He replied with, low and behold, London Transport. This, i told him, is how i know it was Nan, because he was working for them when she died. As for my great aunts surname, i reminded him i’ve been trying to get him to ring auntie Jean, on Nans behalf, on and off for a year, so do it! And finally a week later, he did.

Mum told me a few weeks later that not only did dad spend about an hour on the phone with her, but they were also coming up to stay at my parents for a week. It also happened that the week they had arranged to come up, i was staying over there during a weekend.

You do someone a good deed and they thank you for it. My Nan, it seemed, still had that belief as i found out that weekend.

Upon leaving for my parents, i knew my great aunt and uncle were going to be there. I hadn’t seen them for years and naturally i imagined the get together.
I’d been on the road for some time and had about another half an hour before getting there, when my Nan decided to make an appearence. She came through with more love then i’d ever felt, and its going to be really hard to get this across. Imagine your first born looking at you a few months old and he/she smiles at you for the very first time, now times at by loads. My eyes began to fill up and run, my throat dried up as my stomach rose into it and i was trying so hard not to verbally cry (while still driving!). On top of that a strong scent of my Nan (and i don’t mean that horriblly) filled the car. For the next five or so minutes it continued.

I finally pulled up at my parents house and walked through the back door into the utility room, no sooner had i closed the door, it happened again. Not only did i find myself leaning against a wall in fear of fainting as well, but i came over with such a feeling of happyness i’ve never felt before. Again a few minutes later it died down, i walked straight into the front room and after a quick hello to my oldies, my aunt and uncle got the biggest hug i’d given out in years.

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I’ve always been a great fan of wanting to see a ghost or a spirit, and as much as its cool when it happens, as frustrating as it is wanting to get a straight answer instead of dicifering visions and feelings … feeling spirits close, can be far more rewarding.