Friday, April 5, 2013

I see dead people...

No I don't. I don't see dead people. But sometimes I think I hear them, or feel them. Which is why I am obsessive about spirits and psychic mediums like Rebecca Rosen.

I bought tickets a long time ago for last night's event. Jill, Molly, Katie and I went.
This is me and Katie. I was really nervous about Katie experiencing Rebecca.


Katie's older brother Michael died in 2002. It was a freak accident. And it messed Katie up something fierce.

She loved him, like every sister loves her brother, but it was more than that. They were besties, and to know Katie and hear stories about Michael, a lot alike. I have to admit, sometimes the things Katie is entertained by or finds funny go over my head. But to listen to her talk about her brother, it seems that they were on the same page about most everything.

I never got to know him, because I didn't meet Katie until a few years after he passed. But I wish I would have. I have a feeling I would have been in love with him.

Katie didn't get a reading from Michael last night. I was really worried about her; I was scared she would be disappointed. I texted her after I got home.

"So what did you think?
"It was a really good experience."
"I was worried about you being disappointed."
"Well, I think those ladies who lost their babies needed it more than I needed to talk to Michael."

Love that attitude.

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