Hand in hand we walk through mists of time,
The line between us tissue thin,
And yet we cannot see each other,
We just have to work on faith,
The faith that if we reach out hands to touch,
They’re there for us, on the other side,
Whispering ‘I love you still’
When we just hear the wind.
I’ve been watching the Life After Death with Tyler Henry programme that is on Netflix at the moment. I don’t know how I feel about mediums, but I do feel that if they bring people any kind of comfort when they lose someone, that can only be a good thing.
Anyway, there was a point where Tyler was doing a reading for a family who had lost their daughter when she was five and he spoke of how she had aged as she would on the physical side. To him, she was speaking as a fifteen year old and I found that interesting because I had never really considered whether or not we age on the other side.
He then said that we are all just walking each other home, whether we are dead or alive; we will all meet at the end of this and we will feel like we’ve traveled this sometimes difficult journey together.
I do sometimes wonder how thin that wall is between the dead and the living and that’s why I do find the things mediums do so interesting. Whether it’s true or not, is not for me to say, but I do find it nice to think that loved ones are watching over me and close enough to hold my hand as I walk towards the finish line.