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This is mine.

I've been struggling with this over the past few days, since the untimely death of a relative.
The evening of her passing she came to me as I was enjoying the sunset on the garden swing. She with ushered in by her husband, flanked by my father shortly thereafter her grandmother arrived. The image was packed full of so much information. I wanted more than anything to draw it, but I have no talent for art so I felt compelled to pull a few cards. I wanted to give this young woman a voice. To hear what she had to say.

What weighs on me is not death, visions, or messages from the otherside. It's that there is no one in the natural world to share it with. No one to high five over the random or unexpected. No one to compare notes with. No one to go to for counsel when confused or overwhelmed. Or even to simply accept without judgement, to listen with an open heart and mind. People just don't want to know. It makes them uncomfortable, so I no longer share my visits.

There you have it. My private torment. My secret held so tightly. I see dead people. Not only do I see them I am able to communicate with them.

That's my secret. What's yours?