Share Your Journey
This is a place where I hope that as you read about my miracles that you may want to share your stories as well. Every validation no matter how grand or how small will lift your heart. Please leave your comments or email them to me at email@example.com , and I will share them too.
My husband and I were living the ultimate American dream. We had a wonderful family and were proud parents of four beautiful sons. We were so busy enjoying and living life. It was springtime and everything was a buzz as we were making final plans to support two of our boys; who were members of the Syracuse University Men’s lacrosse team, as they competed in the National Championship Games. Then without warning our lives were shattered. Everything that we knew and trusted was ripped from our grasp leaving this unimaginable gaping hole. In the spring of 2008 our son Aaron was killed in a motorcycle accident.
At that time I was not convinced by any stretch of the imagination that there was anything after death, but I also could not accept that he was taken from us. I knew that I had to find a way to fix this horrible tragedy, but how? The hurt was indescribable. I just could not get my head around that this was it, he was gone. How could that be? He was our son, he was supposed to be with us, we were supposed to take care of him and protect him. This pain was too much.
A few months after Aaron’s death I met a Medium, Melanie May and as we later learned, our meeting was completely orchestrated by Aaron. I was reluctant to trust in the abilities of a medium but on the other hand, I would do anything, take any risk to try to get my son back in anyway that I could have him. When I met with Melanie, she told me things that changed my life completely again. She told me things from my son that no one else could know. She told me specific thoughts that I had had about a book that I was reading, and she described in detail the plaque that his dad was making to honor his life. When speaking on the phone she told me right down to the color of the clothes that I was wearing, where I was standing at the moment and the description and color of the coffee cup in my hand. The messages from Aaron that he told Melanie to relay to me were specific and current. He told her to tell me these things so that I would trust that it was really him, and that he was still with me only in a different form. This experience was so foreign yet so very consistent with his personality and his way of doing things. Aaron was always bigger than life. You knew he was there even before he entered the room. With Aaron, if you knew him, you got all of him, all great big 6’3, here I am package. So, his methods of getting his messages to me and the things that he told Melanie were as if he were right there in the room with me. He was so insistent and demanding at times that Melanie would start to shake if she tried to put off his requests for her to call me.
Aaron told us that there was a much bigger picture to all of what has happened. Part of this bigger picture is that I would write about my miraculous journey, to help others to know that our loved ones are still with us, only their physical life ends. My journey of miracles has happened so that I could know that my son is still very much with me and with us all. I have documented each miracle and message, they are true and as they happened. Many times I would doubt that this could really be happening, thinking that I have made up each message because it is what I so desperately wanted to hear, only to receive the next validation proving to me again and again that he is there.
I have found my son again, or I should say that he has found me and at his insistence I have opened my heart and my mind to this different world.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
On January 2nd, 2010, my dad who had dementia left my house which was the coldest day in January. He had gotten into an accident and drove home, I knew where he had been and why he was there , I always knew what he was doing, I made it a point to know because he had slight dementia. He could still drive but my husband and I knew it wasn't going to last much longer. He came back home and walked into the house, my daughter was there and he asked her where I was... I was at my oldest and best friends house visiting. My nephew came to the house shortly thereafter and called me and said did I know papa got into an accident? Of course I did not he searched the house and did not find my dad. I raced home and he was no where to be found. We started to search, the troopers and the firemen. He was a retired firemen and they were glad and wanted to find him. I met a medium who had directed me towards the places where he had been. Unfortunately we found him three months later in Onondaga Lake. I was devastated. After he was found I had so many unexplained visits from him and answers from this medium that she could never know. I remember during the search I went into a storage unit. I went through all of them and was drawn to a specific one and knew he had been there. I was so afraid to look that my adult daughter had to look through all of them. The medium that I went to confirmed with out me saying anything, that he had been there. After all of this I have heard from my dad through this medium and her name is Melanie May. He had communicated things that are going on in my life now, wow it is astounding that someone can tell you what your loved one is saying it gives me such peace....Linda