After a day of giving psychic and mediumistic readings to clients, it’s nice to relax with a cup of tea and a good book. A few afternoons ago, I decided to do something different – I made an avocado smoothie (great for the heart), then opened the new Nora Roberts novel. My friend Rochelle’s face popped vividly into my mind. I never ignore nudges from my intuition, so I placed Nora aside and telephoned Rochelle, who I hadn’t talked with in months. I was glad I called – Rochelle was distraught. Her best friend’s fiancé had suddenly died, four days before his wedding, and Rochelle’s circle of friends was devastated.

Emma and Jim had been high school sweethearts in Toronto. They ended up going to different universities, where they found different partners and married them. Jim and his wife moved to Vancouver, where he joined a brokerage firm. Emma stayed around town, where she and her husband operated a flower shop. However, Jim’s and Emma’s marriages ended in divorce, and Jim moved back to Toronto to start over. The couple met again at their 25th high school reunion, and it was love at second sight.

They made plans to marry – “This time, to the right woman,” Jim kept telling his buddies. Sadly, he suffered a massive heart attack the morning before his bachelor party and he died in hospital, with Emma at his bedside. He passed while holding her hands. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow morning.

“Rochelle, would you like me to go with you?” I asked, ready to support my friend if she needed it.

“No, I’m fine,” she said, then sighed. “We’re all going to be there for Emma, who you probably don’t know.”

Rochelle told me Emma’s last name. I couldn’t place the woman.

We chatted for a few more minutes, catching each other up on what our kids were up to, then said our goodbyes. I sat for a minute and thought about how unpredictable life was, then finished my smoothie and picked up the Nora Roberts novel. I read a few paragraphs, but couldn’t concentrate on the words.

The next day, at 10:30 am exactly – I noted the time, because I was between clients – I heard Celine Dion singing the theme from the movie Titanic: “My Heart Will Go On.” Then I felt an odd sensation in my ankles, as if they were swollen. I looked down at my feet: They were fine. Then I sat back and listened to the rest of the heartfelt song.

That afternoon, I called Rochelle to see how she was doing. The funeral had been a solemn event, and over a hundred mourners crowded around the gravesite to pay their respects. Emma delivered a eulogy under a bright blue sky, and did her best to hold back her tears. The last thing she said, looking up into the sky, was “My heart will always be with you.”

I felt a tingle. “About what time was this?” I asked.

“I don’t know. The funeral started at 10 o’clock.”

“Is there any significance with Jim to the movie Titanic?”

Rochelle laughed. “Jim was a Titanic freak. He loved the movie. His last birthday was a Titanic-themed party, and everyone dressed up like characters from the movie.”

“And is there any significance to swollen ankles?”

Rochelle was silent for a moment. “I believe he used to complain about them swelling. Why do you ask these questions?”

I told her about the impressions I had received that morning. “Wow,” Rochelle said quietly. “But why did he come to you? Why didn’t Emma feel that?”

Her questions mystified me, and I told her so. I didn’t know Jim or Emma, and as far as I knew, no one from any of their families had ever come to me as a client. In fact, I’d never even given a reading to Rochelle – we went to high school and Brock University together. I think the closest I ever came to giving her a psychic message was at university, when she asked about a guy she was dating: “So what are you picking up on him?”

“I don’t know,” I said to Rochelle. “But if you can, just tell Emma that Jim is all right, and he loves her, too.”

And suddenly it hit me. That’s why Jim came to me – because I could hear him. And, somehow, Jim knew that. And now here I was, on the phone with one of Emma’s best friends, doing my best to get that message from Jim to the love of his life.

“I don’t know if I can tell Emma that,” Rochelle said. “I don’t know if she goes for this stuff.”

This stuff. I smiled. “Well, if the opportunity presents itself,” I said.

We talked for a few more minutes, then hung up. I reflected for a few moments on the call. As a medium, I believe we can receive messages from those who have passed on. And if you believe that our loved ones in spirit are around to comfort and watch over us, then you believe the heart will go on and on.

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