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I could have met him

I schedule my sessions so I can take a break to walk around the neighborhood. What a wonderful way to clear my head. As I wander through the tree-lined streets, I occasionally glance at a house, as if there is some connection between me and someone who lives there. And for a moment, I stop and wonder…

I recently Skyped with Renee, an elegant middle-aged lady with thick dark hair. She smiled as she introduced herself, then gestured to her adult son, sitting behind her.

“Can Bruce-” She stopped, flustered. “I mean Ted-“

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked at his mother.

“Ted,” he repeated with a shake of his head. “I don’t know why I said that.” Then he turned to me. “Can Ted sit in on my session?”

Ted acted like this was the last place he wanted to be. I closed my eyes and began to center myself, asking my guides to allow me to help this woman and her child. Instantly, I felt a strong connection to a masculine energy. “I’m getting the feeling that he was a strong man. He’s making me feel like a strap on my chest. Was he a personal trainer?”

“Yes,” Renée said. “That was my son, Bruce. Ted’s twin.”

“Bruce tells me he has a headache. A blood vessel burst in his brain. It was totally unexpected. It happened in the gym. There was nothing anyone could do…”

“Yes,” Renée replied. Bruce arrived with several messages for his mother and when he mentioned Ted, the young man’s ears perked up.

“Bruce is showing me a bowling ball,” I told him.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I haven’t really wanted to do that since he died. Sometimes he would go bowling with me and play pool while I played in my league.”

At the end of the session, I felt compelled to stay and talk with Renee to comfort her. Being a mother myself, I could only imagine how difficult it was to lose a child.

“I don’t know why I called Ted by his brother’s name,” he said. “I have never done that.”

“I think that was his way of letting you know he was here,” I told him. “His presence of hers was very strong.” In fact, I saw it so clearly in my mind that I could have described it down to the buttons on his flannel shirt.

“I’ve never been to a medium before,” Renee said. “One of the reasons I felt comfortable making an appointment with you is that your office is located two blocks from where Bruce lived. He always told me how much he liked living in this area. Everyone is so nice.”

I shivered as I said goodbye to my clients and then looked out the window. I felt Bruce’s presence still with me. He had lived in my neighborhood. I could have seen him jog. My cart could have passed yours at the grocery store. Could I have greeted him while he was out for one of my walks?

Down the street, a burly guy in a Jays T-shirt was mowing the lawn. He stopped for a moment to chat with a young woman and her daughter, who were walking a beagle. The dog sniffed at the man’s ankle and then sniffed the grass as if he expected to find a bone. I didn’t know the woman or her daughter, but the man had helped me start my car a few winters ago. I decided to go over and say hello. It is important to appreciate your neighbors. Bruce would have liked that.