Day 38 of 365 Days of Being Thankful
Last night I went to my bereaved parent's meeting. I hadn't been there for awhile but I knew a psychic was scheduled for last night. Olivia wanted to come with me to see what a psychic reading was like. I am grateful that Olivia came with me. And I am always grateful to be with other bereaved parents because we all share an unbreakable and unspoken bond. No one wants to know how it feels to lose a child. I think a lot of "psychics" are full of nonsense. People try to make things fit when they give a date or a number or a color or something like that. There were probably about 20 people at the meeting. When we got there, my friend Carol said Hi Colleen and Hi Olivia!
The psychic says "I have been hearing the name Olivia all day long." DUH, it's the most common female name. You can't go wrong with the names Olivia or Michael or John, Joe. Then she starts to read Olivia and I. Everyone at the meeting knows that I am totally skeptical of this stuff. She said that Amy felt connected to Olivia even though they had never met in person. Olivia said she always wanted to feel more connected to Amy and that gave Olivia a good feeling even though she was crying. The psychic said that Amy feels a soul sister connection to Olivia. It made Olivia both happy and sad.
So to me, I didn't have a real reading. Why didn't Amy talk about her love of horses?? Or PSU?? I don't get it. My friend Kathy, sitting next to me, thought it was all crap. But my friend Marianne thinks the psychic was connecting to Amy. I don't think it was a good reading, but I never want to pass up an opportunity to connect with Amy. I think that by the time we die, it won't matter if we believed in psychics or not. If I get to see Amy again when I die, I won't care about whether or not psychics are real. I wish I totally believed in them but I don't. Olivia totally believed everything that Mandy said, not sure if that is a good or bad thing.
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