Transformational Coach

This is a photo of where I lived as a child. Look at the silver door. That was the entrance to my home. The house next door was lived in by a very old couple. Sadly, they both passed away. Now look at the photo again. In between the house and my apartment. The back of my apartment, on the top of the building, has a window to my old room, which I shared with my sister. I had the top bunk bed. Next to my window was a tree. As you can see in the photo, the new owners of the house sadly cut the tree down. Every night before I fell asleep, I would talk to the old couple in the tree. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought everyone could talk to the deceased. My mother would hear me talking to someone. She would come into the bedroom and ask, “Melanie, who are you talking to ?” I would say the old couple who passed away. She would then say, Are they here?” and she would jump into an area of the bedroom and go to attack the air. This would make me laugh. I responded with, “No mom, they’re in the tree”. And I would point out the window to the tree. It’s funny because her only response was, ” Go to sleep”.  

I remember talking to them all the time before I sleep. I wish I had kept a journal when I was a child. I would love to read the conversations I had with them.