A Hug From Heaven - Chapter 1 rev

would be mine before my interview, and knowing, as well, when I wouldn’t be hired, even
though I really, really wanted that job. Anyone might say these are just coincidences. I believe
in free will and choice, but I don’t believe in coincidence. To me, saying something is a
coincidence is conveniently simplifying events in your life that you planned and placed on your
soul’s map even before you were born.
The year following my dad’s passing created a gaping black hole in my family’s and my
lives. My mother, who for years had been my father’s constant companion, confidant, friend and
nurse, and the healthiest member of our family, became ill. She had been dealing with high bllod
pressure, type 2 diabetes and high cholesterol for several years, but her grief from the loss of her
husband, friend and soul mate took its toll, and we rushed her to the emergency room more than
once that first year. My sisters and I were dealing with the loss of our father and facing the
possible loss of our mother. This was too much for me, and I fell into a deep depression – a
depression from which I couldn’t see any escape.
Several years before my father’s passing, my sister, Judy, my niece Shannon, and I had
the opportunity to see internationally known and respected medium Brian E. Hurst. We were
part of a group of about fifteen people, and it was more out of curiosity than anything else that
we attended the reading. Nevertheless, our jaws dropped in amazement when Brian said that an
elderly woman, Ada Burns of Illinois, was there in spirit. My grandmother’s name was Ada
Burns. She was my dad’s mother and yes, she was born and died in Illinois. Brian Hurst then
proceeded to tell my niece she was surrounded by Vikings and offered more names. Shannon’s
dad’s heritage is Norwegian, and although we couldn’t verify the names during the reading,
when we later asked her father, he recognized the family names Brian had mentioned.