Theresa Helps A Mother Come To Terms With Her Son's Death | Long Island Medium

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Theresa helps a mother rebuild her life after the tragic death of her son. #longislandmedium
Up and over the top of the bow.
Yes.
Goes in here.
Just like that.
I'm an actual.
There's actually an archery right here in Hicksville, and it would be pretty cool to
see Teresa shoot a bow and arrow.
Reach out towards your target like you want to grab that bullseye.
I never did archery before.
I'm leaving that up to Cupid.
Okay.
Fire.
Wait.
Let go.
I can't.
I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid.
There you go.
Nice.
That was terrible.
Nice.
You got to hold your arms up and by your face and touching.
I didn't want to smear my makeup.
My boobs are in the way.
That's the problem.
You know, Teresa underestimates herself.
I'm going to pretend that someone's trying to beat me at a pair of shoes.
That was pretty good.
Seems like anything that she's afraid to do, she winds up succeeding in.
There you go.
Nice.
It got caught on my nail.
Listen, I have a very short attention span, and I didn't feel like being an archer anymore.
Something's happening right now.
So I decided to talk to spirit.
I'm a medium, so I'm able to connect with people that have crossed over.
So when I walked in here, I immediately felt a father energy.
So now who would that be?
My father-in-law just passed away like months ago.
My name is Bob.
I'm from Frankel Square, New York.
I'm here today with my son, Nick.
We came to pick up his new bow.
I never expected this to happen.
Was someone a hunter and had like the vacation home or like a house in Pennsylvania or something?
Well, who are you?
Besides the professional archer.
The grandson.
Oh, you're the grandson.
I don't know if your grandfather always bragged about you.
I was the first grandchild.
He was his favorite.
So just know that it is his way of acknowledging and letting you know how proud he is of you.
Were you very close to your father-in-law?
Very close.
Because he goes, could you stop calling me the father-in-law?
He goes, he was like a son to me.
He says I was his father.
My father-in-law's been gone about three months now.
We were close.
And when he passed away, it was kind of tough.
Think about him every day.
Look at his pictures every day.
Miss him.
Miss him a lot.
He keeps showing me this house.
So were you just there?
We were just there this weekend.
Perfect.
Because he showed me, he had me like out up on this deck and I feel like I could look out
on land.
It's just my symbol for like a vacation home.
He's got a lot of properties.
You can overlook.
He's got a deck where he overlooks.
And he sat out there constantly looked out.
Acknowledging that his soul was praying.
He goes, you know, there's a lot of people out there.
So they were talking about me, you know, Teresa, this weekend.
We talk about him every weekend.
So know when you talk about him and you make fun of him.
We make a lot of fun of him.
He goes, tell them I know what they're saying.
He loved his summer house.
That was his favorite place in the world.
So do you feel that you did not get the opportunity to say goodbye to your father?
See he went like this to me.
He went like this.
That means, and he restricted my throat area, which means that he could not express emotion.
You know what?
He had a stroke and he couldn't talk at the end.
Now did your wife have to make choices?
Oh God, a wife.
Because he said, this is more about my daughter.
He was in a hospital.
He couldn't talk.
So my wife had to make choices on what should be done.
You know, keep him going.
Don't keep him going.
You know, what would he want?
I saw him standing there perfectly healthy with a smile on his face.
That's my symbol for he does not want you to remember him sick.
Remember him sitting at that vacation home.
And this is his way of letting you know that he supports all of the choices and decisions.
Now I'm glad to know that they made the right choice.
My name is Jeanette.
My son Tyler passed away two years ago this September.
So nice to meet you.
You too.
I hope to hear that he's OK where he is and that he knows we don't forget him and we never
will forget him.
My wish for you, Jeanette, is that you receive the message and have the experience with your
loved ones this afternoon that will give you the most healing to make tomorrow a little
bit easier.
OK.
Well, I'm first going to ask you, did you lose your son?
Yes.
Because your son just said to me, my mother only knows grief.
Tyler was bubbly, lovable.
He was an extreme mush.
He would never pass up a hug.
And he would say, let's be friends and shake your hand.
So many people loved him.
I couldn't understand why God would take him.
Now your son wants to talk about pictures that you brought.
You brought pictures of him.
He tells me about his haircut.
Oh, wow.
Get it?
Your haircut with hair was like pulling teeth, literally.
Oh, this is it.
He goes, you gotta love my haircut.
Love that.
It's my favorite picture.
I used to love how he would look from shaggy to sleek.
He looked so adorable and so clean cut.
I couldn't help but just eat him up.
He says, Teresa, from the time that I was born, my mother always felt that she had a
to hover over me.
Yes.
Watch over me more than my sister.
He goes, and she's a girl.
He was autistic.
That was perfect.
Good job.
Tyler was autistic.
With that came a lot of ups and downs, a lot of challenges.
You felt you had to watch over him more so than your daughter.
Yes.
It is because the soul knew that you were only going to have him for a short time.
Oh, my God.
I didn't know.
I didn't say that to my mother.
I said, my time with him is short.
I knew it.
I did not feel that same feeling about my daughter.
I imagined what she'd be like as a grown-up.
As much as I tried to imagine what my son would be like as a grown-up, I couldn't do
it because I felt I would never see him get to grow up.
Your son snaps his fingers at me, but you can't do it.
I don't know if there was some type of health issue.
There was something wrong with his legs that one day he was fine, and three weeks later
he couldn't walk.
He just stopped.
He couldn't walk.
My son Tyler was nine years old when he passed during a routine MRI.
All of a sudden a code blue came up, and something told me it was my son.
And sure enough, it was.
They stabilized him, but he never woke up.
He says, I want my parents to know.
I know how they held me.
Oh my God.
To acknowledge that he wasn't afraid, and more importantly, that he's okay.
Okay.
I didn't want to let go.
I didn't want to say goodbye, you know, because I shouldn't have to.
Your son just leaned over and kissed you and said, you can't be with me right now.
Do you understand that, Jeanette?
Yes, yes, yes.
So know that as you pray, for God to take your soul, and to be with your son.
Know that your son is with you, trying to comfort you.
Without Tyler, I feel like we're good money.
I was supposed to be the mother of two children, not just one.
And the only reason why I'm still here today is for my daughter.
She needs a mother, and I wouldn't deny her that.
Does your husband not talk about your son?
Never.
Wouldn't even say it to me.
Even if you say to your husband, look, hon, I know it's hard for you to talk about Tyler,
but remember when he used to, you know, make bubbles?
He loved bubbles.
Like, he got so excited, his hands would go like this, and I miss that.
Bubbles.
Say, oh, do do.
He says, my mom hasn't thought about that in years.
Your son is able to remind you of the days that made him feel so special and loved.
I feel like your reading just made a total full circle.
The first thing your son had me say to you is that all we remember and know is grief.
Your son brought up things that you forgot about that were happy.
Uh-huh.
These are the things that we should talk about and treasure.
I got some closure because I know he's there.
He hears me when I pray to him, and he knows how I'm feeling.
He says, from this moment on, everything is going to get a little bit easier.
Oh.
