When Tomorrow Speaks to Me by Bridget Benson

Author:Bridget Benson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, psychic, ESP, parasychology, irish, medium, bridget benson, Ireland, spirit communication, memoir
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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My intuition was right. At the beginning of June, just before my eighteenth birthday and the month Kenn would have been marrying another woman, a message came through our mutual friend Kay that he wanted to take me out. I’d missed seeing his smiling face, our talks, the way he made me feel so special. Our first proper date … I decided to bite the bullet and agreed to meet up with him.

I walked into the pub feeling nervous, but Kenn was nowhere to be seen. Anxious I’d been stood up, I seated myself at the bar and ordered a drink, feeling very self-conscious without my friends.

To my relief, Kay rushed into the pub soon after. But the look on her face didn’t convince me the news was good.

“Kenn’s had an accident,” she told me breathlessly. “He told me to come and meet you—he’s in hospital.”

“What happened?” I asked, my voice cracking as I feared the worst.

“Don’t panic, they think he’ll be okay,” Kay reassured me. “But it was bad. He was coming home from work today and was knocked off his motorbike by a bus.”

I slammed down my drink and scooped up my handbag.

“I’m going straight there,” I told her, and rushed out, hoping a taxi was free and feeling sick to the stomach.

Kenn looked terrible. His face was bruised and battered, his collarbone and wrist were broken and he was semi-conscious with a drip in his arm. But true to form, he still managed to give me a smile.

“You came,” he said weakly.

“Yes. Don’t try to talk.”

I took his hand and felt a surge of emotion. Was this meant to be? Surely not. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come, and Kenn was never the one. Why would this happen on our first date? I asked myself. But I knew I was brushing my feelings under the carpet. Watching him drift in and out of sleep in the hospital bed, it hit me that Kenn meant far more to me than I had imagined.

I left the ward feeling sad. Neither of us had telephones at the time, so once again I was unsure whether I would see Kenn again or whether our date would ever come to pass.

Apart from Harry’s whispered message that all would become clear, spirit gave me no more clues. It was almost as if our fate was undecided at that time, or for some reason I was not meant to know. My gut feelings were so jumbled and confused I couldn’t think clearly, but not long after, another set of unfortunate circumstances would join our paths for a second time.

On my eighteenth birthday, I saw Kenn in the pub. He looked much better and I was thrilled he was up and about, well enough to socialise with friends.

Kenn grinned and waved and I smiled back and made my way over to him

“Happy birthday,” Kenn said softly. He gave me a hug before handing me a card and gift—a bottle of perfume. I was

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