Mom
I was sitting on my couch Saturday night. The night before Easter. And I had about 20 friends at my condo.
I felt off. I remember noticing myself just sitting there on the couch in the middle of the party. It was like I was sitting still and everything was moving around me.
I wouldn’t know why until I got to my dad’s for Easter. My aunt called while I was standing at his kitchen sink and asked if we had found my mom. To which I replied, “She’s probably on a drunken binge.”
What I didn’t know is that she was actually missing since Friday. Now I know why things felt so off the night before. She was missing the day before. One of my siblings had checked her office. Her truck, which had all of her medications still in it, was still parked at her office.
I don’t always go see my mom, but I had that Friday before she went missing. She wanted me to try out her tanning bed. So I went. We chatted. I left. I talked to her almost every day. We were close, but we had some strains in our relationship due to her lifestyle choices. She knew me though. Loved me. Understood me better than anyone.
A few hours after my aunt called and alerted me that mom was missing, detectives started calling with questions. My cousin pointed out that mom wouldn’t have missed Easter with her grandson.
Monday morning, as I was getting off the exit for work, a homicide detective called. They wanted as much info as we could get. I even called psychic, Marilyn Gaddie, to get help with possibilities. She mentioned we could find her near a white van with curtains.
She was missing for a week. I went to work and stepped out to do news interviews. I don’t remember much else that week.
On Thursday morning, we got a call. They thought they found mom. I called in to work immediately and said I’d be out for a couple weeks. I can still see where I was in my living room as I waited to hear for sure.
They did. They found her. She was in the van with curtains covered with tarp and her purse on top. She had passed likely Saturday at some point. The Saturday that I felt like something was off. I felt off because my mother was already trying to reach me from spirit.
It was just 8 months earlier that my gifts had opened up. I wasn’t even close to understanding them. However, that Sunday, Easter Sunday of 2010, I knew she was gone. I knew before we found her that she was no longer living.
My mother was murdered. There was no cause of death. No gunshot or stabbing. She had a head injury. I remember being on the phone with my sister as she read the autopsy.
During the trial, 2 years later, we were warned that we may have to retrial because there was no cause of death. Luckily we didn’t. Her friend, business partner, ex-lover, is sentenced to 24 years in prison.
There are some things I found out through detectives, some things that I have been shown, and there are many missing pieces of her story.
As I sat with Mediums after her passing, she did not want to talk about her passing. They kept telling me it wasn’t time to know. She still doesn’t like to mention her passing when she comes through.
This is a real thing. Spirit will give you what you need. Not always what you want.
As I sat in a Mediumship development class several years after her death, I felt my mom. I had never felt her so strongly. It was as if she was dancing around the room. I was surprised that she didn’t come through in our group. As we sat for dinner after class, Kim mentioned her. She said, “I’ve had this woman with me all night…” She mentioned the lights from my wedding and a couple of other pieces of evidence that helped me to know for sure it was her. As Kim talked, my mom started talking to me. She let me know that she passed due to the head wound. She was also there to warn me about an ex that was stalking me. He happened to be right outside the door that night and she told me, I heard her say, “Don’t be naive like I was.”
At Christmas that year, 7 years after her passing, I felt her again. I was at my mom’s cousin’s house for Christmas Eve and she was asking me to tell them.
I thought I would die. Here I am sitting with my Christian family and I wasn’t exactly sure how they felt about my being a Medium.
The topic of her passing would come up every year. There was so much we didn’t know. So I told them. I told them about the head wound and that was how she passed. It was silent and then a sigh of relief. Charlene then said, “Well I guess that brought a lot of closure.”
There is so much more to this story. So many pieces. To lose someone so unexpectedly is traumatic. Every birthday and anniversary of her passing is different. Some years I’m fine and in others, I’m triggered weeks prior to the date. This is a very normal healing process.
Through my work, and the work of other Mediums, I’ve been able to communicate with my mom. What an amazing thing to speak with her spirit and still have her presence in my life somehow.
Much Love + Positive Vibes.
