A Psychic Encounter

When my brother was 60 I gave him a surprise party.  I got a girl for a lap dance and something pushed me to have a psychic. It was a strong vibe that could not be ignored. I finally found a psychic. When we got to the party she read me first. She told me she would not normally do this at an event, but she felt I needed to know someone very close to me was going to die soon.

She finally figured out it was my father.  I grabbed my sister, told her, and then we both cried in the lobby.  Great way to start the party.  The next morning I awoke and called his doctor. I didn’t want to tell him why I needed to have him checked out, so I just said, “I really need you to give my daddy a thorough exam.” He asked me if I had had a dream, and I said yes. The tests indicated that my dad had a triple aneurism.  He went to the hospital where he had immediate surgery and a code blue was called. As the doctors charged to his room my heart sank. The good news is he made it.  He lived a few more years and eventually died from  bladder cancer. The doctor said if he had not come in when he had, he probably would not have made it, because it probably would have burst.  I believe G-d looked out for us.  That psychic was meant to save his life.  My father comes back to me every summer as a Monarch butterfly.
I will save that for another blog.