Today I get ready to make a trip east to see my mother. It is the end of an era, for she is elderly and forgetful, unable to do the basic things for herself. She is no longer a mother, but a small smiling woman that needs to be cared for. No longer does she sing about the house, or hold a paintbrush. She shuffles to lunch and dinner and sits vacant eyed playing bingo, as her friends tell her when she has won. Her energy is around me. I see her smile when I look in the mirror, and hear myself singing the same silly songs to my own children.
I shall visit my mother, and remember all the stories she told me, all the places we went and tell her I love her, as I watch her slowly fade from this place, and as she readies for her journey, her energy remains in my life through all I do, and in my children as her voice comes out of their mouths as we pass along the words we shared in stories and songs.
As a medium I know she will remain after death. Like my father, I will communicate with her, and like him, she will visit my house, and my children shall smell her perfume in the hall, and have dreams about her.
For me her voice will never be silenced, because I know that once she passes from this place, this life, she will still be available to me whenever I wish to talk or feel her love surrounding me. That is the greatest gift about being a medium, never having to say goodbye.
