Spirit goes on!
Clare Wilson sat on the edge of the bed; she had carefully picked the dress which her husband had bought for her. She sighed. He was gone. Twenty-Seven years of marriage, four children, 10 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren later they had become closer in the past three years with more of an understanding of each other.
Clare had been helping at the Spiritualist Church for the past two years, and occasionally Ted had come with her to the meetings. Saturday had been a Clairvoyant meeting, with payment on the door to help the funds of the church. Ted told her he felt under the weather and would stay at home that night.
“Text me when you are on the way back, I’ll get the kettle on,” Ted said as he squeezed Clare’s hand.
“OK,” she said gathering all the bits and pieces she needed to take to the meeting. She was looking forward to the family gathering the next day for her birthday. Ted was going to fire up the barbeque, and although he would start the proceedings, Jack their eldest son would probably take over. Clare smiled at the thought of all their family gatherings in the past and no doubt this would be another one to add to the memories.
There was a hush when the Medium was introduced. She was very well known in the area and was well liked. She often got the people laughing and would give a profound talk before the Clairvoyancy would start.
Clare had sat at the back and listened to the messages; she was tasked to write down every other message along with June who was also helping. This meant everyone would have a copy of what the Medium had said, which proved so important because often the recipient would be overwhelmed at getting a message that often they would not be able to remember it all.
Suddenly, the Medium pointed to Clare and said,
“Put your pen down and listen” the Medium paused and waited to see if Clare was giving her the undivided attention that was needed.
“Your Dad is here; he was in the Navy and there is a picture of him in his uniform on the wall,” she said
Clare was astounded, the picture had recently been put in a frame for that very purpose.
“He is so proud of all the family and he was glad he was the last to go,” the Medium continued.
Clare’s Mum had died first, and she had been suffering with Alzheimer’s for a time before that. Her Dad visited Mum every day, and in a way, it was a blessing when she finally passed.
“Your Dad was a very proud man and didn’t like being messed about in his final days, and he became cross and upset that he couldn’t do things for himself and tell you how he felt.”
Clare’s Dad had a stroke which meant his communication had been very restricted before he died.
Clare was an only child, her Dad had been a support and inspiration over the years, which had continued even though she had married Ted. He really got on well with Ted and they became football buddies, supporting the same team. The grandchildren had adored their Granddad, and when the first one was born, she called him Ga Ga, not able to say Granddad and that nickname had stayed with all the others that followed. So, the next words the Medium said were astonishing:
“He says Ga Ga, does that make sense to you?” the Medium asked.
Clare was now wiping the tears from her eyes. The medium went on to describe another man that came to her.
“Well, who you were describing sounds like my husband, who is at home ready to put the kettle on when I get there,” Clare replied. There was laughter in the audience, and a pause from the Medium.
“Well, this man comes with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for your birthday or anniversary,” the Medium stated. “He was sorry he couldn’t be at the family party tomorrow, but just know he loves you very much, and now I will say thank you for listening and God bless.”
Clare smiled and thanked the Medium. She would have to figure out who the next man was later, it was her turn to write the next message down.
As she turned into the drive at home, she noticed Ted had not shut the curtains, the room was lit by the TV. This was unusual, Ted always closed the curtains when it began to get dark.
“Hi, Ted, hope that kettle is boiling,” Clare shouted as she was putting her coat and shoes in the hall closet. “I had a message tonight,” she was saying as she walked into the lounge.
“Ted?” Clare was shaking his arm, he had fallen asleep, “Ted,” Clare touched his face, it was cold, “No, No, Ted!” Clare shook him again, with no response.
“Jack, I can’t wake your Dad up, please come quickly, I have called an ambulance, please come!” Clare’s agitation made her voice rise, she was almost shouting down the phone. Jack immediately responded, “I am on my way, Mum.”
That was two weeks ago. Clare had forgotten the Medium’s message in all the traumatic days that had followed. Ted had had a massive heart attack and had died where he sat, in the chair.
She was now getting ready for the funeral when she found a piece of paper tucked in her black handbag as she was clearing all the rubbish out of it for her to use today.
“Well, this man comes with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for your birthday or anniversary,” the Medium stated “He was sorry he couldn’t be at the family party tomorrow, but just know he loves you very much.”
These were the Medium’s words. Ted had managed to bring that message through immediately knowing Clare was at the meeting. She clutched this piece of paper to her chest and tears slowly fell.
Just then, the bedside lamp flickered, she had a sense that Ted was near and would always be looking out for her. She would frame that message.
She believed her Dad was watching football with Ted and they were laughing together. Now it was time to give the formal goodbye to the body, but Clare had come to believe that life is eternal, and the spirit goes on, this gave her such comfort, not just for today but for the future.