When my partner died of cancer in early 2020, I wasn’t sure how I would ever be able to heal from losing the love of my life, losing the future we planned, losing my best friend and confidant. I was numb. I had hundreds of people in his and my circle reach out to me and I was only able to muster a “thanks” or heart emoji in response. But when Jessica reached out to me with her condolences and an offer to do a psychic medium reading, I was intrigued and made sure to respond and say ‘I’m not ready now but will reach out when I am.’ And It was one of the most important and best decisions of my life. 

Six months after David died, I set up a time with the twins to do a reading. They spent the first hour patiently answering my questions about psychics, mediums, how they knew they were psychic mediums, who they learned from, who they’ve done readings with, what the different planes of existence were, what the difference between a reading and a ouija board were (which BTW don’t ever use a ouiji board!) – you name it, I asked it. Then they explained how my reading would go.  They said I could ask them questions, ask him questions, or talk to him directly and they would describe to me what they saw or heard. I closed my eyes as they led me through a visualization through the different planes until we reached the one where he would be at. Then they just started to share what they saw starting with David “walking in”, beaming with excitement to talk to me.

They described his movements, gifts he was “bringing me” or objects that would float into view and asked me if I recognized them or if they had any significance. It was a little like psychic charades. And after a couple minutes of this, I burst into tears. They had never met my David, but everything they described WAS him. They started to say phrases that only he and I knew. They described gestures of affection that were uniquely ours. They translated messages from him to me, and they were unequivocally words from this man that I love. It was profound. Tears streamed down my face the entire 2 hours we spent in conversation together. It was him. Reconnecting with him, my soulmate, catalyzed an exhale of my grief in a way that would not have been possible otherwise. 

I remember very clearly my moments of David: when I fell in love with him, when I knew I wanted to spend my life with him, when he was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer, when I accepted that he would not survive, when I watched him take the last breaths of his life, and when I had the conversation with me on this side and he on the other because of the Twins. They didn’t introduce me to my love but they did bring him back to me and it set my grief free. It allowed me to live the incredibly joyful life I have today which includes a new love. Thank you Jessica and Emily for being such an important part of our story. I am forever grateful.