My Father's Passing: How It Shaped My Mediumship Journey

Michigan Summer of 1993: An Unexpected Event

In the summer of 1993, I was 24 years old and living with my dad in Michigan. I had just finished my junior year of college, and the July heat was heavy in the air. Our small, two-bedroom home sat on a quarter-acre garden, with windows open to let in the evening breeze. After celebrating a friend's birthday the night before, I decided to head to bed early, still feeling the effects of a long night.

A Voice at My Window

Around 10 PM, as I drifted in and out of sleep, I heard a woman’s voice calling my name from the window. She sounded urgent, telling me that my father had been in a car accident and I needed to go to the hospital. Though I didn’t recognize the voice, the message felt clear enough to rouse me. The hospital was a 20-minute drive, one I knew well since my father worked as the director of the psych ward at Saginaw General Hospital.

At the Hospital: A Sudden Loss

Before I knew it, I found myself at the hospital, standing near a curtained area where my dad lay. He was propped up in a hospital bed, wearing a gown, but it was clear to me that he had passed away. A priest stood nearby, and I realized that the accident had been fatal. He had died at the scene, and I was there to confirm his identity.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I left the hospital in shock, unable to fully process what had happened. The drive home was quiet and heavy, and I felt an overwhelming sense of loss.

Breaking the News and a Long Night

After returning home, I made a few difficult phone calls, starting with my grandmother. She lived a couple of hours away, and our conversation was brief. The shock was evident on both ends of the line, and she collapsed in tears. My grandfather took over the call and said they would be on their way.

Next, I called my mom, even though she and my dad had been divorced for many years. I couldn’t bring myself to call my sister just yet. The rest of the night dragged on, filled with calls, sadness, and exhaustion. By morning, I finally allowed myself to rest on the couch, too tired to stay awake any longer.

A Visitation from the Other Side

Sometime after falling asleep, I had a vivid dream of my father. In the dream, he was standing in the garden, wearing the same hospital gown he had been in earlier. The day was sunny, and although he was hovering slightly off the ground, his expression was calm and peaceful.

I reached out to him, but it was as if we couldn’t touch. My father had spent much of his life advocating for the hearing impaired, so I used American Sign Language (ASL) to ask him, “Are you okay?” He smiled and signed back, “Yes,” reassuring me that everything was fine.

Moving Forward with Peace

When I woke up, I felt an unexpected sense of peace. That dream gave me the closure I needed. Although I missed my father, I knew he was okay, and that knowledge brought comfort.

This experience shaped my perspective on life and death, and over time, it became an important part of my journey into mediumship. That connection, even after his passing, continues to guide me in my spiritual development.