Finding Uncle Albert

Albert Theodore Bird - My Uncle

Finding Uncle Albert

Continuing Medium Gillian Holland's Story -

 How my Dad in Spirit inspired me to reconnect to his family

I believe my Dad in Spirit gave me a nudge to find his (living) family some 50 years down the line before it was too late. Finding my Dad' brother, Uncle Albert, was one of those defining moments in life. I'll never forget it.  Acting on Spirit's advice I found my Dad's one surviving brother by then already well into his 90's.....and he certainly was a wonderful character! Not only that but he was able to verify some of the information various mediums had been giving me for some some time now. Mind you, I still had to work at it. Spirit don't give us everything on a plate! The whole idea is to empower us and to inspire us to live life to the full. It took a year or two before everything fell into place, with the help of an on-line geneology site and I finally got to meet Albert for the first time.

The congregation was buzzing with excitement.

It was nearing 11a.m. one Sunday morning

 and the service was about to begin. 

The tiny building was jam packed to the rafters 

because the visiting medium this particular morning was highly respected for their work. 

There was hardly a spare seat to be seen.

Surely today would be the day?

The organ struck its first crackly chord.
Instant silence,
as we all craned our necks 
to catch a glimpse of the medium
walking slowly toward the platform
where he would be working for the next hour.

As the morning wore on
excitement grew and grew. 
Here was some-one who really knew his craft. 
Here was someone providing irrefutable evidence of survival 
on 'the other side of life.'
Message after message was given and gratefully received
by members of the congregation.

Tension mounted as the service moved towards the end.

Mine was to be the last message of the morning
and I could feel a wave of disappointment all around
from those who weren't  as lucky.

"I have a lady here.  She tells me her name was Alice.
She's a tiny lady, but has a very large frame. 
She tells me she's your grandmother. Can you accept her please?" the medium wanted to know.

I shrunk back into my seat in disappointment.
 I only knew mum's mum, Ruth, and she was tall.
"She's insisting she's your grandmother, and is talking about cricket."
("Why cricket? I hated the boring game. Oh dear!" I thought,
wondering whether I shouldn't finally give up on all this nonsense')

I left the church very despondent.
And on the verge of giving up altogether.
.....and yet?

The medium was a beautiful soul, and had a remarkable presence.
He was really charismatic
 and had already given so much comfort to the congregation.
As he spoke he was surrounded by a magnificent light.
There was something very special about this gentleman that kept me searching, even though it seemed I was about the only person who couldn't corroborate his message the morning.

But when I finally caught up with Uncle Albert,
 one of the very first things he told me was that,
 although his mother' s name was Sarah, everybody called her Alice! 

And what's more Dad had five brothers altogether
 and each one of them played in the village cricket team.  I had no idea!