One summer, we were out at a friends trailer on the same lake we spent our holidays. I think I was maybe 10 so Derek would've been 13. We were all playing at the beach but Derek and Trevor were roughhousing. My mom told them to be careful and Derek said "you don't need to worry so much." She replied that it was part of her job as a parent and then he said "don't worry mom, I'm not gonna live past 21 anyway". She and the other mom were both caught aback and shocked. She asked him why he would say such a thing and he said "I dunno, I just have a feeling." I remember overhearing parts of this convo but I didn't think anything of it, plus 21 seemed so far off to me at the time.
Now this could've just been a freak coincidence... And you could ask how a child could have known exactly when he was going to die. Maybe he just blurted out a number and it happened to match up years later. But whether people see it as a coincidence or not, it does serve as something more to me.
I have a small tattoo on my wrist for Derek. Of course it is a reminder of how old he was, how old he'll always be, and how every birthday I have means I'm here that much longer than he was (which makes me sad and yet appreciative at the same time). But it is also a reminder for me to have faith that there is more out there after this life. It is reminder of him as a young boy saying that he wouldn't live past this age.
I now believe Derek's soul was aware it was only here for a short time, even though his physical self may not have understood it. One of the mediums I saw said (while channeling Derek) that his soul knew as he walked down the stairs with Sean that it was his last night here. His soul had a timeframe and had to stay within it. And he had already stretched it further than he was supposed to, telling me in another reading that he could've died one night on a longboard in Victoria. He was going downhill too fast and almost got hit by a car at an intersection (he had told my dad this story in real life but I never knew). Had this happened, the number 21 obviously wouldn't have worked, but the way it played out does.
Seeing this tattoo always reminds me of him but also that there is something much greater and more powerful than all of us... So when my anxiety creeps in or my fear of death becomes too overwhelming I try to remind myself that I'm just a small piece in the big picture. Sometimes I need to remind myself to be happy and have fun because the time will come for me to move on too, whether I'm ready or not. It has taken me five years to even get to this point/mindset (and I still have wavering days) but ultimately I do believe Derek served his purpose and was ready to move on. Obviously I wish he were still here and that none of this had ever happened - but unfortunately I cannot change that. Now I can only hope that his memory lives on and that what happened to him with drug reactions/overdoses can be a lesson for others.
Now this could've just been a freak coincidence... And you could ask how a child could have known exactly when he was going to die. Maybe he just blurted out a number and it happened to match up years later. But whether people see it as a coincidence or not, it does serve as something more to me.
I have a small tattoo on my wrist for Derek. Of course it is a reminder of how old he was, how old he'll always be, and how every birthday I have means I'm here that much longer than he was (which makes me sad and yet appreciative at the same time). But it is also a reminder for me to have faith that there is more out there after this life. It is reminder of him as a young boy saying that he wouldn't live past this age.
I now believe Derek's soul was aware it was only here for a short time, even though his physical self may not have understood it. One of the mediums I saw said (while channeling Derek) that his soul knew as he walked down the stairs with Sean that it was his last night here. His soul had a timeframe and had to stay within it. And he had already stretched it further than he was supposed to, telling me in another reading that he could've died one night on a longboard in Victoria. He was going downhill too fast and almost got hit by a car at an intersection (he had told my dad this story in real life but I never knew). Had this happened, the number 21 obviously wouldn't have worked, but the way it played out does.
Seeing this tattoo always reminds me of him but also that there is something much greater and more powerful than all of us... So when my anxiety creeps in or my fear of death becomes too overwhelming I try to remind myself that I'm just a small piece in the big picture. Sometimes I need to remind myself to be happy and have fun because the time will come for me to move on too, whether I'm ready or not. It has taken me five years to even get to this point/mindset (and I still have wavering days) but ultimately I do believe Derek served his purpose and was ready to move on. Obviously I wish he were still here and that none of this had ever happened - but unfortunately I cannot change that. Now I can only hope that his memory lives on and that what happened to him with drug reactions/overdoses can be a lesson for others.