When spirit asks you to share a message, you’ve got to share the message

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

My sweet godson Andrew was five years old when he died in a tragic accident twenty years ago.

We shared a few chats on the phone but didn’t get the chance to meet in person because he lived on the other side of the country. His Mom, my cousin Shelley, would send me letters with photos of Andrew and his older sister several times a year. I felt a connection to him, even though we lived so far apart.

Shelley and I lost touch for a while until Facebook came along. Then we’d share tidbits and like each other’s pictures and what not but years could go by without a meaningful conversation. Which is sad when you think about it because we had some pretty great times together, like our three weeks traveling through Alberta and British Columbia; Attending the Calgary stampede, driving through the Rockies, walking together in the opening ceremony of the BC Summer Games where Shelley was competing. But, life is like that. Days turn into weeks, into months and then, before you realize it, years have gone by.

So, the first time Andrew came to me asking me to reach out to his Mom, I hesitated. I didn’t know how she would react, if she would believe me, if I would be intruding. I really didn’t want to do it. But, if you have ever worked with spirit, when they want to get their message out, they can be persistent. After a bit more nagging, I gave in and sent Shelley a FB message. I didn’t hear anything for…well, long enough to make me uncomfortable and sorry to have hit send. That is, until she replied, grateful for the message because she had been thinking about him and felt his presence but wasn’t sure if it was really him, or that the signs she attributed to him, were indeed from him. And he validated it for her, through me.

That moment formed a bond, a trust, and a safe place to talk about spirit. Now, whenever she gets a sign or feels his presence, she sends me a message. Mostly to share her experience but also seeking validation. And funny enough, I usually get a similar sign or feel his presence around me prior to her contacting me so I can validate it. He’s brought us closer together.

Our little angel

My dad credited Andrew with helping him quit smoking. He quit cold turkey and would often say that Andrew was his guardian angel, and without his help, he doesn’t believe he could have done it.

During mediumship training in Hawaii, the group practiced reading for each other, a lot. It got to the point that everyone I knew had already come through so there were no surprises. Until the last reading when a young boy around the age of five was stepping forward to say he’s with me. I was flabbergasted. For some reason, I expected the older people, the great-great grandfathers and mothers. It didn’t occur to me that sweet Andrew was there with me. It meant a lot then and still does today.

He’s our sweet little angel.

Our sweet angel Andrew. (Photo is borrowed from Facebook)

Another angel in Heaven today

Tuesday, 9 February 2021

A dear friend of our family passed away today. She was the mother of my close childhood friend; always had a smile; a kind word for me and made me feel welcome. I had many nice chats with her over the years. She will be missed. Godspeed Sheila.

Sun trying to poke through the clouds this afternoon. ©WQuinn 2021

Thirteen years ago today…

Saturday, 8 August, 2020

No matter how many years have passed, every year on this day I remember you and our last time together on this earth. I go over the day, the hours, the minutes. I look back and remember the weeks leading up to this day, the special moments we shared. The little things you said and did to ensure I knew that I was loved, that you loved me and were proud of me.

My heart is heavy as I remember that day so I allow myself this one day to think about it and remember it. The other days I remember with laughter and joy, the way you would want to be remembered.

Thank you for the gifts. Thank you for your patience. But above all, thank you for your continued love. I feel you with me and I know you are guiding me and loving me from afar.

In memoriam: David Quinn, August 8, 2007. In loving memory of David Quinn, A wonderful husband, dad and paw. Always remembered and forever loved, June, George, Chris, Wanda, Kerry, Greg, Connor, James, Alexandria, Samantha, Shaeleen.
A dragonfly (devil’s darning needle) photo bombed my photo. I believe it is my Dad saying hi!
Photo of the day, 8 Aug 2020 ©WQuinn

A few photos from today:

Happy birthday in Heaven

Saturday, 11 July 2020

Happy birthday Dad! Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you or something you said, or would say. Your sense of humour lives on in all of your family. Wishing you a wonderful celebration in Heaven!

Dad sends us signs regularly and they become more noticeable, more over the top, around his birthday and the anniversary of his death (his new birthday). Today, he sent me a special crow.

Four crows are the norm. They show up at different times throughout the year, sometimes staying for weeks at a time, sometimes for only a day. In hindsight, they are usually there during times I need a reminder, or support. Today, seven crows appeared. The regular four, which I refer to as the ancestors. Two, which I felt were my grandparents (Dad’s parents) – they landed in the old, dead tree next to their old home. And then one, Dad, who perched on Dad’s oak tree. I felt surrounded with love and peace and great harmony. Thanks for the visit and the gift.

It was a rainy, foggy morning. When I stepped out onto the veranda, I was greeted by the geese, two turkeys and the seven crows. Not to mention a few red-winged blackbirds, black squirrel and a chipmunk. What a way to wake up!

Teenage Canada goose looking at camera. ©WQuinn 2020
A busy backyard – family of geese on the grass, four crows in a tree. ©WQuinn 2020
Flowers in the rain. ©WQuinn 2020
Hummingbird at bird feeder. Photo of the day, 11 Jul 2020 ©WQuinn

Today’s photo of the day took me by surprise. I was trying to capture the hummingbird, trying different things but it didn’t seem to work as he continued to hide behind the feeder, out of my view. It wasn’t until I went through my photos to choose a few for the blog that I saw how clear this photo turned out. I was surprised and in awe of how pretty it is. This, this right here, is a gift from my dad on his birthday, and a reminder to never give up. Thanks Dad! Love you loads. 🙂