It’s been about a month since you left us so tragically, and I had many unanswered questions for you, Father. So I took it from my liberty to go to a psychic, see if she could help me contact you, because you were not coming to me as I wish you would. Her name was Anne, She was going to help me out.
I stepped in her room, and she asked me to sit down, get comfortable, and take her hand. She asked me who I’d like to contact. I said:
My father, he committed suicide about a month ago.
“I see something coming to me, It’s a nice spirit, His name begins with a, an, N”, she said.
She was right, so I let her talk to him.
Ask him how he’s doing, if he’s okay.
boomboomboom was the sound going off as she banged her hand on the desk.
He said he’s sorry he left, it wasn’t your fault, he just had too much stress to handle himself. He felt it would be better. He wants you to know he’s doing okay, all is well for him. He’s always looking out for you.
When I got home, I took the time out to say a prayer for you.