My cousin passed away earlier this year. I was devastated - he was only 45 and we had so much left to do and say … my daughter was pregnant (and she was very clsoe to my cousin) and had weird dreams right from the day he passed that he was holding her baby, and was looking after them both. I had a psychic reading and at the very end I asked if anyone wanted to speak to me. The lady not only identified my cousin as my 'big brother' (he referred to me as his little sis from another mother), but described him to a T, and told me that he'd been visiting my daughter in her dreams and that he would keep her and her son (we never found out during the pregnancy the sex of the baby) safe. She also told me the condition from which he had passed and this was before the coroner's report had been done. There's just no way this lady could have known any of this ... Last Thursday, my little grandson was born. My daughter named her baby after her 'big, tough cousin'. The funny thing is whenever we mention my aunty, he opens his little eyes as if looking for her. He also settles when he hears motor bikes ... yep, cousin was a big bike fan ... I dunno ... just mere coincidences? Or is there more to it?
