Don't Kiss Them Good-bye by Allison DuBois

Author:Allison DuBois
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2004-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

I Believe

I never know quite what to expect at a group session. Sometimes the participants have so much in common that we realize that there is a running group theme. On the flip side, occasionally I will meet a participant who isn’t sure about being there but has committed to at least observing the group. Without fail, the observer is pulled in when a visitor from the other side insists on sending a message.

One story that comes to mind is that of George, a handsome, well-manicured man with silver in his hair. As I shook his hand, George smiled and said, “I have to tell you, I am a skeptic.”

“That’s all right,” I said. “Everyone should approach this experience with open eyes. Don’t force the information to fit.”

He assured me that he would not. It didn’t take long for George’s visitor from the other side to make himself known. I told George that his grandfather was coming through and he asked which one.

“Your grandfather is showing me New York City, so he was either from New York or it was significant to him,” I said.

George thought for a moment and then said, “I don’t think so.”

I repeated my advice about not forcing anything.

“Oh wait, my grandfather came to this country through Ellis Island.”

I described his grandfather and mentioned his grandfather’s fondness for suspenders. The suspenders were significant to George and he was pleased. I gave him more information about his family and elaborated on his grandfather before finishing his reading.

“Everything you said was right on except the part about my grandfather playing checkers; he didn’t play checkers,” he said.

I explained that I give what I get and that maybe it would make sense to him later. Two weeks later I received a call from George’s fiancée, who had accompanied George to the group session. She said that they were out shopping and came upon a store window with a display that included a checkerboard.

She saw George staring at the checkerboard and asked where his mind had wandered. George turned to her and said, “My grandfather use to take me to the park when I was a little boy and he’d give me fifteen cents to get lost so that he could play checkers.”

George was stunned to realize that he had long forgotten this part of his youth. Both the reading and the checkerboard in the store had triggered his memory recall. I have no doubt that George’s grandfather played a part in helping him to put together the pieces. His grandfather succeeded in convincing George that he was, is, and always will be with him. George later sent me a lovely card that said, “I believe.” Thank you, George. It means more than you know.

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