Real lives
Did a psychic see my future in a coffee cup?
Edited by Phoebe Jackson-Edwards and Joe Cusack
The figure before me held out her hands and suddenly opened her eyes.
Then she laid her hand on my arm and said: ‘You’re going to marry a man with the same name.’
‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘The same name as your husband,’ she said. ‘Tony.’
My mouth dropped open. I’d been to see a psychic, but I felt sure she’d got my reading all wrong.
My husband Tony and I had been so happy together, I didn’t think he could ever be replaced.
I’d met him when he married my best friend, Michelle, and I’d been a witness at their wedding.
But tragically, Michelle was killed in a car crash. And in t he years afterwards, Tony and I fell in love.
But after 25 wonderful years together, Tony passed away aged 55, following a short battle with thyroid cancer. I was devastated.
My three grown-up children, Ben, Carly and Mitchell, and my four grandchildren all did their best to cheer me up, but I missed Tony so much.
So my friend made me a profile on a dating site.
‘Tony would want you to be happy,’ she said. ‘Give it a chance.’
I was all for it at first, but I went on some truly terrible dates. There’d been liars and even blokes who, at our age, still lived with their mum.
It was meant to be
So now, I took the psychic’s words with a pinch of salt.
Weeks passed, and when I’d been on more than 50 dates, I was almost ready to pack it in. But just as I was giving up hope, I matched with a man — and his name was Tony.
He sounded nice, so I decided to give it one last try.
Who knows? I thought, as I got ready to meet him, the psychic’s words ringing in my ears.
We’d arranged to meet at a branch of Starbucks near to us both in Derbyshire. And the moment I saw him, something incredible happened.
I felt an instant connection. Tony ordered at the counter and I couldn’t believe it.
‘You get a hot chocolate too?’ I said.
‘Of course,’ he replied.
We chatted away, and we were so comfortable with each other. He even laid his hand on my arm too, just as the psychic had done.
I told him all about my Tony, and how much I missed him.
‘I’ve lost someone too,’ he explained.
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