I don’t know where to start…but I really do not want the beautiful miracle of my weekend to get lost in a debate between Religion and Spirituality.

I know there’s a Heaven and I am 100% confident there are angels. Like, here…now.

I think I’m hesitant to discuss Psychic Mediums because…well…I was raised Southern Baptist and my mom reads my blog. 🙂 There, I said it. She swears I’m in a cult. Though, I’m so not. 🙂 I love you, mom!

So…

This little blog has grown a tad. It isn’t the NY Times, now. But dude – I get messages from all over the globe from people who are being emotionally healed through my experiences. And – if there is one thing I believe with all of my heart – YOUR STORY IS WORTHLESS IF YOU WON’T TELL IT.

My little tragic story is totally freaking beautiful. And it was so very close to not being attractive at all. It wasn’t until I heard “if you don’t get it now, you’ll never get it. You will never live your life and you’ll always be a dreamer.” That shocked me to my senses. So, here I am with my little story and I’m going to shout it to the masses until 1) it helps someone else or 2) my momma has me committed to a Southern Baptist missionary convent in a bunker located underneath a pyramid in the Congo. 🙂

Anyway…

At the beginning of the year, Nina was struggling with spirituality and the afterlife. She kept asking: Is there a Heaven? Is there a God? Will I see my father?

It was not a time for me to give my version of whatever. No. I didn’t mind finding her guidance but to give her my beliefs and let that be it? No way.

I asked Nina if she wanted to go to church. She declined.

I asked Nina if she wanted to invite a priest into our home. She declined.

I asked Nina if she wanted to meditate. She declined.

I asked Nina if she’d like to visit with a psychic medium. This piqued her interest.

And now I’m going to stretch wwwaaaaayyyyy back to 1984. My dad died.

Fast forward to 2006…

My son, Hayden, and his baseball teammate, also Hayden, were swimming in the pool at The Summit late one summer afternoon. As it usually goes, I started talking to Hayden’s mom about nothing and somehow I said something about my dad. Seems impossible, but I did.

Hayden’s mom: “Your dad is passed.”

Me: “Do what?!”

Hayden’s mom: “Your dad passed away. I’m a medium. Your dad is here right now. Do you want to talk to him?”

Me: “Hayden, get your shit…NOW. It’s time to go home!”

And we left. 🙂

But the seed had been planted. That moment sat in my chest for two long years. So much I had believed in my life – since I was riding the bus at 10 years old and realized I was intuitively different – had started to blossom. I couldn’t believe it.

Two years later in 2008, I looked up Hayden’s mom and went to see her at her office for a reading. It was an absolutely magical hour. There were so many things pouring out of this woman’s mouth that I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was like she had been right next to me in each one of the major events in my life.

How could she possibly know any of these things??? It blew my mind…completely.

So, here we were in January 2018 with Nina wondering about her soul and all I had was an old cell phone number for Hayden’s mom. I called it and…just like magic…there she was. Hayden’s mom. 🙂

Shawn walked us through a few things and then BAM! She told us a story no one on this planet knows at all…yet, she told us this story with such detailed precision I could swear she was there. It blew our minds.

And then, she said:

“There is a spoon. A baby spoon. What is the significance of this spoon?”

I’m waiting on Nina to say something because I have zero clue of a spoon. Niko was a baby…???

“No. This has nothing to do with him. There is a spoon. A baby spoon. As sure as I told you the story about your dad, the gold chain and the cross…there is a baby spoon.”

We claimed zero knowledge of a spoon because we had no clue what she was talking about.

“Ok. This spoon is important. You need to remember this baby spoon.”

Over the next week we asked our parents and searched the house high and low – no spoon. No one had any idea.

Now, to present day…

Saturday morning I awoke with a determined objectivity. I was going to clean out the linen closet and get rid of all the cancer clutter. I was tired of looking at all the meds, PleurX bottles and wig conditioning sprays (yes, those are real things…just in case you were wondering) and wanted them out of my house.

Back behind the last stack of towels was a box sitting all by itself.

I could feel my chest tighten. Odd. Something awesome was about to happen. As you can see, it was taped a looooonng time ago and I found it sealed shut.

I popped the tape and look what I found!

Nina’s baby spoon!!

Chills. Tears. Sobbing. Like…yeah.

Eleven months had elapsed and the first thing I thought about was Hayden’s mom, Shawn, so positive about there being a baby spoon. And here it was!

Now…pump the brakes a second.

What would you think if I told you Nina’s dad – who passed almost 20 years ago – was preparing me to receive absolute proof that they were here, have always been here and will always be here. My little tribe of angels. WHAT?!?

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!?

Yeah, dude. Way cool, right? I hope this level of complete awesomeness isn’t getting lost on anyone.

So, now, today. Sunday morning.

Niko and I are piled up in the bed watching snowboarding videos on my phone and eating Cheerios. He looks up to the ceiling and yells, “MOMMA! I LOVE YOU!”

WHAT?! First time he’s said that.

He looks at me: “Mommy upstairs?”

“Kind of. She’s an angel now, buddy. She’s in Heaven. Do you see Mommy?”

“Yeah……………MOMMY! I LOVE YOU!”

“Aww. Can you hear mommy tell you she loves you?”

“Yeah…MOMMY! I LOVE YOU, TOO!”

And for the rest of the day my little baby Niko walked around the house screaming “MOMMY! I LOVE YOU!!” then would look at me and say “Mommy’s an angel now.”

Nina went to go get settled in and is now back! WHAT?!?

For those of you struggling tonight with loss…there isn’t a religion that preaches that angels are obsolete pieces of technology, right?? What do you think Heaven is going to do with all these angels?? Stick ’em on a gold-bricked street drinking champagne and eating chocolate cake? Dude. NO!

They’re here. Nina is here. I’ve seen them…making sure I find baby spoons and talking to my son who has no filter of illogical ego.

So, if you’re struggling, start walking through each of your days looking for signs. Let yourself feel like an idiot (if you want to be entirely socially awkward, tell someone you’ve seen angels in your house…it makes for excellent dinner conversation…I promise…I’ve done it…it’s captivating…and if you do it at home you never have to wonder when people will start to leave your haunted ass house 🙂 ). Tune into a higher vibration and seek out answers your loved ones are surrounding you working tirelessly to secure your happiness.

Lastly, but so most important, if you’re a caregiver and starting to get close to the end of your journey with your loved one, get tuned in right now. Death sucks. Nothing will change that. But if you get tuned in spiritually, you will experience the most beautiful thing you’ll ever witness in all of your life. You really don’t want to miss the show. It will change your life. Seriously, dude. Do it.

Because if you give yourself the chance, you, too, will find awesome spoons!