I came across this story on Fb, unfortunately, the image won't post forever (it must be a FB thing) but I thought it was worth looking at.
Here is the story:
My best friend Lynn and I woke up early. It was cool, overcast, and smell of early spring was in the air. We packed the car with our newly purchased bicycles then set off on a road trip to bike the Cape Cod Canal. Road trips are standard fare for us and we have thousands of miles and memories under our belts. At the time, I was working as a psychic and medium and she spent most of the drive asking me for my psychic insight about her new relationship. It was Tuesday, March 29, 2011, and this experience rattled me so much I took a break from doing readings for 7 years.
After a wonderful bike ride, we decided to go for a late lunch at the Mezza Luna, a fantastic Italian restaurant. As soon as we walked into the building my psychic sense was on high alert. This happens a lot to me, so I shrugged it off and began reading over the menu. Once we began eating, my psychic sense was overloaded. “Something is here,” I thought to myself.
Psychically, I saw a man walk into the room right through the wall and sit down by the window. I immediately knew it was a ghost. “Lynn, can I take your picture?” I asked. “If you take a picture of me eating, I’ll kill you” she replied. “Sorry,” I said as I snapped the picture. I showed her the photo, and she was speechless.
Now, I have roamed haunted forests, graveyards, and homes snapping pictures, and from time to time I get something good, but not like this. When our server returned with the bill I pardoned myself for asking, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but are you aware of a haunting here?” She looked at me like I was crazy and before she could reply I added “I just took this picture and there is something in it by the window” I showed her the photo and she turned pale and her face lost expression. “Can I show this to the owner?” She asked. I said that he could come to see it, but I was not giving her my phone. She fetched the owner of the restaurant. He took one look at the photo and began to cry. “That’s Dad.” “That was his favorite spot to sit” He went into great detail about his relationship with his father, and how much he needed to see him again. He asked for a copy of the photo and, of course, I sent it.
Time went by and I got a call from him. A prominent New England magazine wanted to use the photo and wrote a story on it. Of course, I gave permission. A copy of that article and the photo hanging in the lobby of the Mezza Luna to this day.
That experience changed me, and it haunts me in a way. After a lot of soul searching, I started doing readings again, and I’m happy that I did.
I hope this photo and story stirs something within you at the crossroads of wonder and belief. I hope that you will share this and it will find its way to whoever might need the possibility of proof of life after death, and the comfort found within.
Not too sure the souce link will work as it is a closed Fb group! But I have included it.
Mezza Luna I think this would be the father????
What are your thoughts?