“Those who are gone are gone forever, Garo. He’s gone.”
At the funeral, a grieving mother told me her son was gone forever. She sobbed and hugged me, and I ached watching her pain. I held back from mentioning life after death, though I longed to offer hope. Yet it was not the right moment. I left disappointed in myself for staying silent, believing I could have helped.
Years later, her daughter met me for two readings. Both times, her brother came through clearly, offering strong evidence of his continued existence and facilitating their father’s presence. This led to tears and profound healing. I felt deeply moved for the family.
That experience showed me loved ones respond from the other side when the time is right. They want to reconnect but understand timing matters. I learned to respect that. As my wife said, “Those who are meant to receive will receive, when they are meant to receive.”
