At seven years old I knew that I could feel things before they happened. My friend and I were playing in front of my parents' northend home in Hamilton, Ontario. At once I felt this fear come over me. I told my friend she had to go home. I ran inside sobbing to my mother that I was scared but I didn't know what I was scared about. No sooner did my mother sit me on the counter next to her where she had been washing some vegetables that we heard a bang outside (maybe about 2 minutes after the fear came over me). We quickly ran to the front porch and noticed a driver had hit a motorcyclist. The motorcyclist had died on impact. This was my very first sign of the gift I had. As years progressed the feelings, visuals, audios got clearer. It wasn't until my father died in 1988 (at the age of 59) that I could constantly hear his messages and feel him around me. At that time my mother and I promised each other that whoever died first we would give messages to the other. Never a sick day in her life, my mother succumbed to mesothelioma (cancer of the lining of the lungs caused by asbestos) 7 months after being diagnosed also at the age of 59. Having a toddler and a baby I felt completely lost without her. Just when I needed her most I lost her. Emotions bottled up. I refused to talk to anyone about my loss.