Dancing in the Rain

Live with laughter and love with all your heart.......

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Working in a busy GP surgery an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have some stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 am. So, I took all his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would probably be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On examination, it was

well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove the stitches and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman

told me no, that he needed to get to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she

had been there for a while and she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not

recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”

He smiled and patted my hand and said “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is”.

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought “That is the kind of love I want in my life”

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

 True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be

 Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.

 We are all getting older but only one day at a time.


Spirit goes on!

Clare Wilson sat on the edge of the bed; she had carefully picked the dress which her husband had bought for her. She sighed. He was gone. Twenty-Seven years of marriage, four children, 10 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren later they had become closer in the past three years with more of an understanding of each other.

Clare had been helping at the Spiritualist Church for the past two years, and occasionally Ted had come with her to the meetings. Saturday had been a Clairvoyant meeting, with payment on the door to help the funds of the church. Ted told her he felt under the weather and would stay at home that night.

“Text me when you are on the way back, I’ll get the kettle on,” Ted said as he squeezed Clare’s hand.

“OK,” she said gathering all the bits and pieces she needed to take to the meeting. She was looking forward to the family gathering the next day for her birthday. Ted was going to fire up the barbeque, and although he would start the proceedings, Jack their eldest son would probably take over. Clare smiled at the thought of all their family gatherings in the past and no doubt this would be another one to add to the memories.

There was a hush when the Medium was introduced. She was very well known in the area and was well liked. She often got the people laughing and would give a profound talk before the Clairvoyancy would start.

Clare had sat at the back and listened to the messages; she was tasked to write down every other message along with June who was also helping.  This meant everyone would have a copy of what  the Medium had said, which proved so important because often the recipient would be overwhelmed at getting a message that often they would not be able to remember it all.

Suddenly, the Medium pointed to Clare and said,

“Put your pen down and listen” the Medium paused and waited to see if Clare was giving her the undivided attention that was needed.

“Your Dad is here; he was in the Navy and there is a picture of him in his uniform on the wall,” she said

Clare was astounded, the picture had recently been put in a frame for that very purpose.

“He is so proud of all the family and he was glad he was the last to go,” the Medium continued.

Clare’s Mum had died first, and she had been suffering with Alzheimer’s for a time before that. Her Dad visited Mum every day, and in a way, it was a blessing when she finally passed.

“Your Dad was a very proud man and didn’t like being messed about in his final days, and he became cross and upset that he couldn’t do things for himself and tell you how he felt.”

Clare’s Dad had a stroke which meant his communication had been very restricted before he died.

Clare was an only child, her Dad had been a support and inspiration over the years, which had continued even though she had married Ted. He really got on well with Ted and they became football buddies, supporting the same team. The grandchildren had adored their Granddad, and when the first one was born, she called him Ga Ga, not able to say Granddad and that nickname had stayed with all the others that followed. So, the next words the Medium said were astonishing:

“He says Ga Ga, does that make sense to you?” the Medium asked.

Clare was now wiping the tears from her eyes. The medium went on to describe another man that came to her.

“Well, who you were describing sounds like my husband, who is at home ready to put the kettle on when I get there,” Clare replied. There was laughter in the audience, and a pause from the Medium.

“Well, this man comes with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for your birthday or anniversary,” the Medium stated. “He was sorry he couldn’t be at the family party tomorrow, but just know he loves you very much, and now I will say thank you for listening and God bless.”

Clare smiled and thanked the Medium. She would have to figure out who the next man was later, it was her turn to write the next message down.

As she turned into the drive at home, she noticed Ted had not shut the curtains, the room was lit by the TV.  This was unusual, Ted always closed the curtains when it began to get dark.

“Hi, Ted, hope that kettle is boiling,” Clare shouted as she was putting her coat and shoes in the hall closet. “I had a message tonight,” she was saying as she walked into the lounge.

“Ted?” Clare was shaking his arm, he had fallen asleep, “Ted,” Clare touched his face, it was cold, “No, No, Ted!” Clare shook him again, with no response.

“Jack, I can’t wake your Dad up, please come quickly, I have called an ambulance, please come!” Clare’s agitation made her voice rise, she was almost shouting down the phone. Jack immediately responded, “I am on my way, Mum.”

That was two weeks ago. Clare had forgotten the Medium’s message in all the traumatic days that had followed. Ted had had a massive heart attack and had died where he sat, in the chair.

She was now getting ready for the funeral when she found a piece of paper tucked in her black handbag as she was clearing all the rubbish out of it for her to use today.

“Well, this man comes with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for your birthday or anniversary,” the Medium stated “He was sorry he couldn’t be at the family party tomorrow, but just know he loves you very much.”

These were the Medium’s words. Ted had managed to bring that message through immediately knowing Clare was at the meeting. She clutched this piece of paper to her chest and tears slowly fell.

Just then, the bedside lamp flickered, she had a sense that Ted was near and would always be looking out for her. She would frame that message.

She believed her Dad was watching football with Ted and they were laughing together. Now it was time to give the formal goodbye to the body, but Clare had come to believe that life is eternal, and the spirit goes on, this gave her such comfort, not just for today but for the future.

Short stories and poems

This poem is dedicated to those people with disabilities. It has been printed on www.disabilitytalk.co.uk. 

See Me and my ability!

I can't walk a distance, but my buggy takes me far                                                                                                I can lift heavy things, but help comes with those with a car                                                                          Sometimes the pain I am in makes me yelp                                                                                                              But then with medication that does rather help                                                                                             

However, I can still be Great Nan, Nanny and Mum to all my brood                                                                Ican smile and inspire all my friends and get into the grove!                                                                            I may not be able to do some things, but I am able to do most                                                                          I can organise, I can internet and Zoom, I can be a host                                                                                     

So, don't tell me I cannot do the things you can do                                                                                              Maybe not - but I can do some things you cannot do                                                                                            My best thing of all, I have found with my ability                                                                                                Is not to make a big thing out of my dis-ability

I just ask that you'see'me in the buggy or wheelchair                                                                                          Not talk to the person near me who is there                                                                                                          I am a person who wants to relate                                                                                                                          So, I just want you to take stock instead of me having to wait

I don't want a piteous look, I just want you to care                                                                                              I am a person like you - in a wheelchair!

Mary and Rosie

“Sit still Mary” Mary’s mum Betty was talking with her sister, Lily. Mary fidgeted, she was seeing her Grandmother who was smiling and waving at her. Mary had seen her before and had told her mum, but she was smacked and decided she wouldn’t tell anymore. Mary had also seen her Uncle George, who was Auntie Lily’s husband, who Mary had loved very much. Mary was 5 years old; she wasn’t sure why she was seeing these people when her mum and auntie could not see them.  She had been told they were far away in heaven, a place you didn’t come back from apparently. So, Mary pondered and fidgeted, and tried her best not to notice these people from heaven.

Mary told her best friend, Rosie, at school and asked her if she saw people from heaven, but Rosie had said she hadn’t seen them, but it didn’t mean they didn’t exist. And, during this conversation Rosie had said she had a friend nobody could see called Tara, who would come to her quite often and play with her. Mary and Rosie decided to keep their secrets and only tell each other about their sightings because they realised the adults didn’t understand and would get quite cross.

Many months went by when one day an agitated Rosie came to school telling Mary, Tara had said she couldn’t come anymore, but Rosie was to remember her when she grew up and began working within the church, then she would come back to her.  Rosie was so upset and told Mary that although she went to Church and Sunday school, she had never seen Tara there and she didn’t want to work in a church. Mary gave her a hug and said we can be anything we want when we are grown up ladies, and maybe someone else would come to Rosie instead of Tara.

Mary and Rosie remained the best of friends for many years. Mary kept on seeing the people from heaven even when she attended University. She was never afraid of these people but knew not everyone could see them. She had realised growing up it was something she just had to get used to and keep to herself, otherwise others would think she was weird in some way. She went on to work with children with learning difficulties and had a wonderful rapport with them. Mary would often sense feelings around the children and see the people from heaven connected with them, she would often get a message come to her suddenly about a certain child and the person from heaven would give reassurance through her for the child.

Rosie had similar experiences, she would be talking to someone and suddenly feel compelled to tell them something important to help them. Rosie was sometimes overwhelmed with the information coming seemingly out of the blue, but she found that she had the quality of being able to listen and understand a person and often hold their hand in the process. The person was always grateful and felt healed by the experience. Rosie didn’t go to University but went on to work as a PA in a charitable organisation organising events for fundraising.  

With life being so busy for Mary and Rosie they would make sure to meet and have a meal to catch up each month. It was hard to keep this arrangement but, it was a date set in gold for each of them. Today was one of those days, they hugged each other and caught up with each other’s daily life. Then began to discuss what was happening with the voices and the people from heaven. Mary had heard a new spiritualist church was opening in the next town. The launch was the following Wednesday evening in a Village Hall.

“Shall we go, Rosie, we may get some answers” Mary smiled but was a bit apprehensive about Rosie’s reaction.

“Wow, I was going to suggest this to you, I had one of those ‘messages’ to tell me to go along to the new church” Rosie smiled, her eyes had lit up, “Mary I know this is meant to be, we have talked for many years about how we both can ‘see’ , ‘feel’, and ‘hear’ things others can’t.”

“I mentioned the spiritualist church to my mother, she almost had a heart attack she got so mad, she said I would be dealing with the devil and not to go near” Mary shook her head in disbelief “I just didn’t respond and knew I would go anyway, thankfully, I don’t live with my parents any more so I can go without making any waves”

“So, let’s make it a date then, go along, if it isn’t for us then we don’t go again” Rosie said in quite a matter of fact way. “We both need this; we are not abnormal and maybe this will give us an insight to why we get these feelings”

Wednesday arrived Mary and Rosie sat in the church expectant, not knowing what was going to happen. They were greeted warmly and given song books. They looked around at the people attending, they looked quite ‘normal’, Rosie had giggled when she had said this to Mary. Suddenly the service began, there was a welcome from the rostrum for the Medium and all the people who attended. There was at least 30 people gathered in the Village Hall. It was a wonderful atmosphere, the singing of the modern songs uplifted everyone, including Mary and Rosie who were astounded at the number of people attending. The absent healing part of the service was so profound, and Rosie found herself tingling with anticipation to ask questions after the service whether there were training courses for the healing. Then it came to the part where the Medium stood and gave ‘messages’ from the spirit world. Mary turned to Rosie and nodded, so ‘hearing and seeing’ people from heaven wasn’t odd, some people were able to do this, Mary knew she had come ‘home’.

Mary and Rosie are not unique, there are many people out there ‘seeing and hearing’ people from spirit, they have a knowing more than others do. We all have the ability, but some people are afraid this could come from the childhood download from parental or religious prejudices.


Mary and Rosie would go on to be a Medium and Healer, they were born to follow that path. Lots of people come to it much later in life. There are no rules for when this might happen, but following the path can bring so much joy, not only to those who apply their gift but to those that receive the messages and healing.

If you are one of those who have a ‘knowledge’ don’t deny your gift. Follow the signs and let spirit pen the pathway for you. Then joy will be yours.

 Love and light

Pam Brittan