A Spirited Friday Night with my cousin.

The woman holding the mike in front of the audience "Anyone here lose someone by the name of Edward who might be sending out a message?"  I raise my hand, my hand goes ignored. The Spirit Medium continues "Anyone here lose an Edward? Does the name Katy mean anything to you? He says you have been writing a lot and he is proud of you." My hand still goes unnoticed. The Spirit Medium whose name is  Maureen starts talking to a family across the aisle from me. For more than a moment, I think she should have come over to me. Edward is my father's name. He died almost ten years ago at the age of 92. He contracted cancer and fought a strong battle till the end. The chemo therapy killed all his protective cells. He alternated his last days fighting pneuma, hospitalization, more chemo, more pneuma in a killing circle. He was a fighter like no other fighter at 92. He was not willing to give in and be away from the love of his life, my mother, Evelyn. It was love at first site.  He went to a single's camp for a weekend. He say my mother across the room. He asked around about her, found out that she seeing another man at this camp. So, dad found the man and thanked him for taking care of his gal, while he was working during the week. It was years before Dad told mom what he had told her boyfriend that night. He asked her to marry him on their first dinner date, she did not want to seem to anxious, so, she waited to say yes until their second date. What a sweet pair they were.
I want to believe that it was my Dad, Edward who was looking for me through the Spirit Medium.
During Dad's last year, I took many plane trips down to Maryland. I saw Dad at his condo, and his many hospital rooms. He died on a weekend that my sister and husband went away for two days to rest. I was not there. The morning he died, I had a dream that he came to me and said goodbye. So, the Edward spirit in the auditorium could have been him. If he was able to get into my dream, I think he would have no problem finding me in an auditorium a few miles from my home.
The medium continues around the room. Anyone lose a love one to drugs? A crowd of people to the front of the room and one by one she asks them if their love one's name is......, etc. When she finishes with this group, she now asks any one lose a relative to suicide by a gun, and later, asks if there are any people who lost a relative to hanging. Only two people stand for the hanging, which, I was surprised that there would be anyone who would fit into that category.
She relays messages from children who passed at very young ages, to old parents, aunts, and other assorted people dealing with a lose. During this period, I was still hoping it was Edward, my eyes start tearing. I am in a fog, and I am no longer attentive to the Medium.