In My Reality

It's been three years since Michael's death, and life isn't any easier. The gift bestowed upon me has only grown stronger. I see the dead, everywhere. Those who have remained earthbound are looking for answers, or have messages for their loved ones. That's what I do. I help resolve those questions, then assist them in crossing over. Lately, I've had a recurring nightmare-a guy, badly injured in a car crash. Each time I've called out to him, he never answers. I've never even seen his face. M...