Note: At the beginning of every session, I always asked clients not to give me any information during the reading, other than to answer my questions with, “Yes,” “No,” or “I don’t know,” and if I asked a question that required anything more, I wanted only the briefest answer possible.

Not only did this help me offer a clean reading, it removed any speculation that I was merely feeding back what I’d already been told, or that I was making educated guesses.

In other words, it removed the possibility that I was a fraud.

I knew nothing when the sessions started, other than who it was they hoped would come through or what they hoped to achieve from our time together.

In the interests of brevity, what is written below is a condensed version of the reading.

***

PT is on Zoom with me. She is about 30-ish, long, blonde hair, not a lot of make-up, appears to be in casual clothing. The window behind her looks onto an expanse of field and trees; I can’t see any houses.

She says she is hoping for someone in particular but doesn’t want to say who it is, which is fine with me.

I tune in and see if there are spirits who would like to connect. Almost immediately, I feel an older male with a fatherly energy.

“Is your father is spirit?”

“Yes.”

“He feels quite warm and kind, bit of a soft touch. Nothing harsh or stern about him at all.”

“That’s right.”

“He wants me to say he loves you to the moon and back.”

“Oh, wow! He said that to me since I was a kid!”

“Okay, well, I guess that confirms it’s your dad!”

With a sad smile, she wipes away a few tears.

“This feels quite recent. Perhaps just months ago?”

“Mm-hm. Yes. Almost 6 months.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. That’s a big one.” I can’t help but remember losing my own father.

“Thanks,” she barely whispers.

“He’s showing me his watch. Pointing at it. Tapping it like time is important somehow? I’m not sure what he’s trying to say.” I listen more intently. “It’s like it’s time for something, or there’s a specific time he’s trying to talk about. Is there some kind of an event coming up? An occasion? It feels like something important.”

“Yes.”

“He’s upset that he’s missing it. He keeps saying, ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry!’ and gives me the strong feeling that he was supposed to be there, wherever ‘there’ is.”

“Yes. Yes, he was.” More tears.

“He’s showing me that he’s putting his arms around you. He’s giving you the biggest hug right now.”

I can tell there’s something more he’s trying to say. I’m trying hard to listen but he’s so full of emotion, it’s difficult for me to pick up and interpret his message.

“Dance? Dancing? Something about dancing.”

PT’s eyes grow wide. She nods slowly.

“He’s showing me movement and then he stops. I mean, like moving along in life, and there’s a sudden stop. Like, something happened to him. I don’t think this is when he passes; it feels like he’s talking about something else.”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“It’s like everything just suddenly stopped for him and he went quiet. He’s showing me — okay, this is weird, but it looks like he’s got something tied around his mouth, like in those movies where the bad guy ties a bandana around someone’s mouth to keep them quiet. Does this make any sense at all?”

She nods. “Mm-hm.”

“Okay. And I feel like I can’t move. Physically. It’s like I’m stuck. Like I’m in quicksand or paralysed.”

“Yes.”

“And my head hurts. The top left side of my head hurts. Does this mean anything to you?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Did he have a stroke?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. That’s why he can’t speak and can’t move. My right side feels weak.”

“Yes.”

“Now he’s showing me dancing again. I really don’t know what he’s on about,” I smile, shaking my head. He gives me an image of two hearts, quickly followed by two gold rings. Finally, I understand.

“A wedding. Ah. That’s what this is about. Your wedding?”

Biting her lip, she nods as tears well up and spill down her cheeks.

Oh, how I’d love to give her a big hug! I can’t because of Zoom, of course, but even if she were here, I would need to maintain my composure in order to do my best with this reading. “Okay. Thank you. He’s saying he tried. He keeps telling me, ‘I tried, I was trying.’ I don’t know what he means but I’m guessing you understand?”

“I do, yes.”

Her father has gone quiet. I sharpen my focus, asking him if he’s willing to come closer and share anything further.

“I’m hearing the word, ‘delay.’ It’s a feeling that something has been put off, put on hold. The wedding. You delayed the wedding?”

“Mm-hm.”

“And he’s showing me dancing again. He wanted to have that father-daughter dance but it feels like it means more than that; would you understand this?”

“Absolutely, yes.”

“He’s holding up something that looks like a trophy. He’s won something and it’s connected to dancing?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, thank you. He’s quite proud of this. He loves dancing; this was important in his life.”

“Very.”

“Right. Okay. This is something special, something you always shared since you were little. He always wanted to dance at your wedding, but he had the stroke.”

She nods. More tears.

“And the delay … him talking about trying … he was trying to get better so he could have that dance with you.”

Tearful nodding. “He was trying so hard with rehab — ”

“Please don’t tell me anything.”

“Sorry.”

He shows me a symbol of a sudden ending. And now I know what happened. I’m overcome with sadness for this lovely young woman who obviously misses her beloved father. “He was trying to get better, only he didn’t even make it to the wedding, did he?”

She shakes her head from side to side.

“I’m so sorry. That’s such a huge loss. Not only the loss of your father, but of your shared lifelong dream of having that dance at your wedding.” It’s near the anniversary of my own father’s return to spirit; I am doing my best to hide my emotion, as I never had that dance either.

I pull myself together and silently ask her father if there’s more he would like to share. “He saying he’s missing it. Missing it?” A light goes on. “Oh, so the wedding hasn’t happened yet? That’s what he meant at the beginning of this reading. He was saying ‘I’m missing it’ when he was pointing at his watch. He’s missing your wedding.”

“That’s correct, yes.”

“Okay, I understand. Thank you. And it’s coming up very soon, is that right?”

She nods. “A week and a half.”

I listen again and in my mind, I ask him if he would like to pass along a message to his daughter. Instantly, he responds.

“You’ve been feeling guilty, like maybe you shouldn’t celebrate so soon after losing him.”

“Yes! I have!”

“He doesn’t want you to wait any longer. You waited already, hoping he’d be well enough for that dance and to share the day with you but it’s too much now. He says, ‘Life goes on.’ And he’s going to be beside you every step of the way as you walk down the aisle and throughout the whole day.”

A fresh wave of tears erupts as his grieving daughter nods.

“He really likes this chap you’re marrying. He liked him from the beginning and he’s happy that you’ve got someone to watch over you and walk through life with you.”

“Yeah, they always got on so well. Sometimes it was almost like he was my fiancé’s dad, not mine!” she smiled through her tears.

“Your dad wants you to know that when you’re having that first dance with your husband, he’s going to be right there holding you, too, through every single note and every single step.”

“Really?” She breaks down and sobs quietly.

“Mm-hm.” I give her a moment before continuing.

“He says, ‘Tell her all she has to do is think of me, and she’ll feel my my arms around her as she has her first dance as a married woman.’ And he adds, ‘Never stop dancing. Dance through life. Find the music even in the hard times and dance with your husband through all of it.’ He says he’ll always be with you, and you’ll find him whenever you need him. All you have to do to feel his presence is close your eyes and dance.”

***

PT contacted me a couple of months after the wedding, saying that the reading had helped her face the Big Day. Prior to our session, she’d had mixed emotions about celebrating a happy event due to her overwhelming grief, but it was much easier knowing it was what her father wanted.

It also helped to know he was with her throughout that day — especially while walking down the aisle and during the first dance.

He had been working hard in rehab to walk again and was determined to dance at her wedding. But it was not meant to be.

She was glad she hadn’t postponed the wedding again, and admitted that there had been a few times in which she had followed her father’s suggestion. At times when she was particularly missing him, she would close her eyes, think of him, and dance. Sure enough, there he was, his loving and gentle presence soothing his sweet daughter as only a dad can do.

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