Hi, My name is Dee,

I am a 43-year-old single mom born and raised in Rhode Island presently living in Florida.  I am what they call a psychic medium. For the people that are not sure what that means, I see, hear &  feel messages from our loved ones that have crossed over.

In the beginning I had no clue what a medium was or if this was even possible. Had you asked me about being a medium or about the afterlife, I would have thought you had gone bonkers.

I lost my grandmother in the year 1995, who was like a mother to me. She was the first person in our family that had passed and we were very close. So I took it extremely hard. I thought I would never stop crying. I would reflect back every day wishing she were here with me. The hardest thing was not having her here for the warm hugs she used to give. One day I remembered the time that I was sitting on my bed I was only about eleven at the time. We were discussing jewelry.  So I dumped out my jewelry box on to the bed. As were we talking and looking at what I had, she noticed my pink stoned ring and commented on how pretty it was. I was born in October so the pink stone was my birth stone color. I gave my grandmother the cheap pink stoned ring. She put it on with such prided. She wore it all the time. Every picture that was taken you could see the ring on her finger. It was many years after I had given her the ring, so by this time the plating had all come off and it was tired looking. But she still wore it.

She was diagnosed with cancer and within 2 weeks we had lost her. The day they took off her rings at the hospital was the hardest day of my life I thought. I never realized how much seeing that ring on her finger meant to me. All I could do was cry. At the wake my mother put her rings back on her hands and told me she would take them off her right before the casket was closed and she would give me the pink ring back at that time. After the wake my mother retrieved all the rings but the pink one. She tried to get the pink stoned ring and it would not come off her hand. All of the other rings came off but grandma wanted to keep that one. So we buried her with it. 

The grief from loosing grandma lasted what seems like forever until one day I was flipping thru the channels on the TV. I had put the remote down to get a glass of soda. While I was pouring the glass I could see and hear the TV. There was a psychic medium on one of the stations. I had no idea what a psychic medium was. So I decided to listen. He had mentioned he had a spirit with him and it was a female and a grandma. Her name was Rose he said. Well, that was my grandmother’s name. So now he had my attention! He went on and gave a lot more validations that fit me, and my life. When I got done watching the program I was in tears but this time it was good tears. I had been totally convinced grandma could hear me and see me and that I would see her again. That helped me so much!

At that point I asked GOD for the gift of being a medium. I had told him that a physical wounds can heal and there is pain medication that will ease or take away the pain but when your heart is hurting there is nothing that is going to help that pain go away. What this guy on TV did for me, he helped to heal my heart. He gave the gift of knowing she was not really gone. I wanted to help people that way. Even if I could only help at least one person like he did for me, I would be happy.