I wasn't given a choice to study these things, it's my path in life. I love it! But, at times it almost seems like a curse. 8 years ago when I was standing at my sink washing dishes and I had a vision. It was my then 11 week old sons obituary. He died less than 2 weeks later. I have perdicted the date and time to the exact minute of my father n law, my best friends mother, my grandmother and a few others death in the past few years.
If you read more posts you'll see that I am trying to develope my gift and all these wonderful people are helping me.
I "talk with my Dad all the time" and yes he talks back. I was daddys little girl and I miss him very much. Just one more hug, but, I'm afraid I wouldn't go. It's comforting to know that just because we can not see our passed loved ones they are there all the time. Just waiting for us to notice there presence.