Open To Interpretation

In December of of 2012, my great aunt, Valerie Davidson, was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor and began experiencing severe stability issues. She was constantly struggling to maintain her balance and at first, we mistook these events as a series of minor strokes. In May of 2013, she sadly lost her bout with the tumor and passed away at the age of 81. At roughly the same time, my great uncle, William Morris, was diagnosed with stage four cancer as well. He was a former professor at the University of Toronto and many of our interests were mutual. History and the paranormal, in particular. He passed away in February of 2014 and was buried beside my great grandparents in Athens, Ontario.

It was a mildly sunny afternoon in March of 2014 and my grandmother offered to take me to a psychic fair that occurred at a Travelodge hotel in Kingston. I was introduced to the psychic I would be interacting with. Her name was Ellie, a pleasant and compassionate woman, perhaps in her late forties. She had long blonde hair and wore a velvet suit, dark violet in color. Usually the type worn during formal events. We sat together in a secluded area in the hotel ballroom and I endeavored to remain as centric as possible. I preferred not to appear as either too believing or too skeptical. In addition, I avoided giving away any specific details about my great aunt and uncle in order to make the experience as authentic as possible.

Ellie requested a moment of silence and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she said that she had successfully channeled the energy from both my great aunt and uncle. I inquired as to their current whereabouts and she assured me that they were both present with us. I listened to her attentively, still trying my best to maintain a moderate perspective.

I asked Ellie for some particular examples on what they may have been trying to say. She responded by informing me about a golden ring my Aunt Val had smelted down from a bracelet by the time it no longer fit her. She said she wanted for my grandmother to inherit the ring from her in the event of her passing. I eventually spoke to my grandmother about what Ellie had mentioned. My grandmother confirmed that it was true.

Ellie then mentioned my great uncle Bill. She was correct in pointing out that his battle with cancer was especially brief and antagonizing. She mentioned that my great uncle was especially thankful towards my paternal grandmother for taking special care of him during his illness. In particular, for the times when she would help comb his hair, thereby helping him to maintain his dignity. Upon discussing this with her the following week, she confirmed that this bit of crucial information was true.

My time spent talking to Ellie was especially enthralling. In spite of never meeting me previously and having no prior knowledge about my great aunt and uncle, she was undoubtedly correct about everything she had mentioned. Her details surrounding their last days were immensely accurate and the experience helped me to acquire a new perspective on life after death. I have always found solace in believing that one day I will be reunited with my departed family members. Meeting Ellie has undoubtedly made me far less fearful of the inevitable.