My grandmother and I always wanted to see a fortune teller (she had when she was younger and was somewhat of a believer; however, at this time, neither of us had the money). I was the one called when the “helper” found her deceased. All clocks had stopped at about the time she died, and there had not been a power outage; she would want us to know when she died.
When I wrote my husband’s obituary, I felt his presence and spirit guiding me. I wanted to tell the story of his life in a meaningful way, not the usual superficial platitudes. I did not have an outline, sat down at the computer, and just started to write. The words flowed, almost as if he were dictating.
Love the Lori Gottlieb book. I’ve lent it to several friends. Some of your therapists sound like they were “playing therapist” as opposed to doing therapy. Finding a good therapist that takes insurance is a big challenge for most. Hope you find that right fit.
Really great telling of a vulnerable era. I wish that lady had delivered but here you are several years later making it into a stellar substack story. 🔮🤯
Oh thank you so much. I'm so proud of him. John and I used to talk all the time about how easy and reasonable Max was and how much credit we could fairly take. He really emerged from the womb exactly who he is.
I did have a woo woo experience when I was in my early 40’s. I was suddenly awakened by the sound of my neighbor’s voice saying, “Goodbye, Pat!” It felt like his spirit was floating through my room. I discovered the next morning that he died at Kaiser at about the same time I heard his voice.
“Kay says, “John wants to say ‘hello’ to everybody.”
Hello? He’s been dead for 2 years after a sudden heart attack and is summoned through this stumpy hippie and the first thing he has to say for himself is “Hello” to “everybody.” That’s his opener? Say what you want about John Starr, but he had much more flair for the dramatic than that.”
I lived in my parents house after they passed away. My youngest son would often say "hi grandma" and stare at the corner of the ceilings telling me "grandma is here, grandma is here." My boys were 8 months old when my mom died. The father of my boys, (my ex who cheated on me while I was on bed rest in the hospital after my water broke at 24 weeks), was sleeping one night when he shot up from bed and screamed GO AWAY! I woke up and was thinking he must have had a bad nightmare. No, he said it wasn't a nightmare it was my mom at the foot of our bed. She was there he said, but it wasn't a friendly visit because she scared the shit out my (ex) husband. Good for mom I thought. Years later with my boyfriend who later moved in with me in that same house got a night visit from mom also. I had NOT told him what happened with my ex and his experience. He woke me up saying "who the hell is that!" He said there was a woman at the end of the bed. BF had never knew my parents, had seen pics of course but he didn't recognize the woman at the end of our bed. He was scared shitless. I believe it was something my mom would do, no man is going to treat her "Rosie" badly. I never saw her. I believe my son who was very young did see her spirit. And since she paid a visit to both of my lousy ex's I truly believe she wanted to scare both of those lousy men out of her house.
I love those stories! Go mom! When Max was little John and I used to joke about him seeing fairies. He would often look, laugh and point at absolutely nothing that we could see.
And oy, I'm so sorry you had to go through what you went through with your lousy exes and glad you are rid of them. Cheating on his pregnant wife! It doesn't get much lower. I hope your mom is still haunting him.
Jesus. That certainly is one way to open a session. I can't imagine anyone would be able to focus on anything after that. I'm so sorry your experience was so unnerving
My grandmother and I always wanted to see a fortune teller (she had when she was younger and was somewhat of a believer; however, at this time, neither of us had the money). I was the one called when the “helper” found her deceased. All clocks had stopped at about the time she died, and there had not been a power outage; she would want us to know when she died.
When I wrote my husband’s obituary, I felt his presence and spirit guiding me. I wanted to tell the story of his life in a meaningful way, not the usual superficial platitudes. I did not have an outline, sat down at the computer, and just started to write. The words flowed, almost as if he were dictating.
I love those stories <3 I have no doubt your beloved husband was guiding you, as he continues to do.
Love the Lori Gottlieb book. I’ve lent it to several friends. Some of your therapists sound like they were “playing therapist” as opposed to doing therapy. Finding a good therapist that takes insurance is a big challenge for most. Hope you find that right fit.
Thank you! Here's hopin'
Really great telling of a vulnerable era. I wish that lady had delivered but here you are several years later making it into a stellar substack story. 🔮🤯
BTW I’m always amazed and impressed by how mature and stable Max is. You and John did an awesome job raising him.
Oh thank you so much. I'm so proud of him. John and I used to talk all the time about how easy and reasonable Max was and how much credit we could fairly take. He really emerged from the womb exactly who he is.
I did have a woo woo experience when I was in my early 40’s. I was suddenly awakened by the sound of my neighbor’s voice saying, “Goodbye, Pat!” It felt like his spirit was floating through my room. I discovered the next morning that he died at Kaiser at about the same time I heard his voice.
Woah!! I still believe there are things we don't know. That's a spine-tingling story!
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“Kay says, “John wants to say ‘hello’ to everybody.”
Hello? He’s been dead for 2 years after a sudden heart attack and is summoned through this stumpy hippie and the first thing he has to say for himself is “Hello” to “everybody.” That’s his opener? Say what you want about John Starr, but he had much more flair for the dramatic than that.”
Right? I mean come on. You know if I ever come back from the great beyond I will *enter* the room!
I lived in my parents house after they passed away. My youngest son would often say "hi grandma" and stare at the corner of the ceilings telling me "grandma is here, grandma is here." My boys were 8 months old when my mom died. The father of my boys, (my ex who cheated on me while I was on bed rest in the hospital after my water broke at 24 weeks), was sleeping one night when he shot up from bed and screamed GO AWAY! I woke up and was thinking he must have had a bad nightmare. No, he said it wasn't a nightmare it was my mom at the foot of our bed. She was there he said, but it wasn't a friendly visit because she scared the shit out my (ex) husband. Good for mom I thought. Years later with my boyfriend who later moved in with me in that same house got a night visit from mom also. I had NOT told him what happened with my ex and his experience. He woke me up saying "who the hell is that!" He said there was a woman at the end of the bed. BF had never knew my parents, had seen pics of course but he didn't recognize the woman at the end of our bed. He was scared shitless. I believe it was something my mom would do, no man is going to treat her "Rosie" badly. I never saw her. I believe my son who was very young did see her spirit. And since she paid a visit to both of my lousy ex's I truly believe she wanted to scare both of those lousy men out of her house.
I love those stories! Go mom! When Max was little John and I used to joke about him seeing fairies. He would often look, laugh and point at absolutely nothing that we could see.
And oy, I'm so sorry you had to go through what you went through with your lousy exes and glad you are rid of them. Cheating on his pregnant wife! It doesn't get much lower. I hope your mom is still haunting him.
I believe children are closer to a spiritual world. I bet Max did have fairies around him, making him happy and joyful. 😊
I went to a "psychic" a few years back & first thing she said was you will die at 82. I didn't hear anything else she said.
Jesus. That certainly is one way to open a session. I can't imagine anyone would be able to focus on anything after that. I'm so sorry your experience was so unnerving