We Never Left You. Tell Him I Love Him It was Mother’s Day 1998, and I watched as people began gathering at the front door waiting for us to open our doors for business. I was a retail manager and I remember thinking, ‘Shame on all of you for waiting until the last minute to get your mother something for Mother’s Day.’ I was just a little disgruntled at having to work on what was considered my special day as a single mother, so I was not in the best of moods that morning. When the doors were finally opened for business people rushed in to gather that perfect gift for their mother. I greeted them with a half-hearted smile and caught the eye of a gentleman as he asked me where our flowers were kept. I directed him toward the isle where our silk flowers were located and teasingly scolded him for waiting until the last minute to get his mother a gift. He gave me a sheepish smile and went on his way in the direction of the Mother’s Day flower arrangements. Suddenly I heard a soft gentle voice in my mind thought that said, “That’s my boy! He’s buying me flowers! He didn’t forget me.” I let out a sigh as I realized his mother was deceased. I instantly felt ashamed for scolding him. A short while later the gentleman returned with a beautiful flower arrangement made of pink carnations, a large white bow, and a sign that said, ‘In loving memory of my mother.’ As he waited in line at the checkout counter I heard his mother’s voice again. “Isn’t my boy wonderful? Oh, I just love him so much! Could you please tell him I love him?” I argued with her in my mind saying I was not going to do such a thing. What would he think? Her reply was pleading as she spoke, “Please, I need him to know how much I love him. I didn’t get to tell him that before I left my body.” I stood there watching him as he approached his turn at the cash register contemplating whether or not to give him the message from his late mother. I mean, who does this kind of thing to a complete stranger? I wondered if he would think I was a crazy woman and tell me off in front of everyone. How would he react? But his mother’s pleading voice rang in my head. I took a deep breath and called to him just as he was prepared to leave the store. I asked if I could speak to him. He smiled and walked toward me. I apologized to him for scolding him earlier and he laughed and said he had it coming. He said he had been so busy lately and hadn’t had time to get her something earlier. I couldn’t help but notice that he had the same smile as his mother. I could see her image in my mind’s eye. There was something about his demeanor that made me feel much more comfortable regarding what I was about to tell him. I looked him in the eyes and said, “I have a message for you. I know you may think I am crazy, but ever since you entered this store your mother has been here with me. I am a psychic medium and I have the ability to speak with departed loved ones.” His mouth dropped open for a moment in surprise as he stared at me. I continued, “She wanted me to tell you how much she loves you.” His eyes began to tear as he spoke, “You, you can speak to my mother? You can see her right now?” I nodded and shared with him her lovely image as I saw her in my mind. Her hair was short and full, a deep black with a slight bit of grey streaming through it. Her figure was a bit rounded, yet she dressed nicely to compliment her fullness. She was wearing a hat that matched the outfit she was wearing; a navy blue jacket and skirt. Her face was rounded with high cheek bones that seemed to shine brightly as she smiled. She looked as if she was dressed and ready to attend her church meeting. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “That is my mother!” as his eyes began to fill with tears. Then I heard his mother’s voice again, “Lady, could I please hug my boy? I need to give him a hug.” I knew I could not refuse this woman the opportunity to hug her child. She was a very determined spirit. I told the gentleman his mother wanted to give him a hug. Again, in surprise, he asked, “You can do that?” I smiled and explained, “Yes. What happens is your mother will use my body to make physical contact with you. Although you will see me hugging you, it will actually be your mother’s energy that is doing the hugging.” “Will you be okay with that?” I asked. He quickly nodded his head in approval. Instantly I could feel his mother’s energy as it began to fill the cavity of my body. I felt her loving emotions at being able to hold her son one more time. Even my own eyes began to fill with tears. These were her tears of joy. I opened my arms to his embrace as we stood there holding one another. And then, I felt my hand involuntarily reach up toward the back of his head as she stroked his hair and soothed, “It is okay son. I am here.” Standing at the front of the store, in lieu of everyone’s curious gaze, this man began to openly sob like a little boy. He choked through his tears as he exclaimed, “My mama used to stroke my head just like that.” I then understood why it was necessary for me to have had to work on that particular Mother’s Day morning.
