Hi, I'm Dr. Amy Robbins and welcome to life, death, and the Space Between podcast. I'm a licensed

clinical psychologist and medium. And here we explore life, death, consciousness, and what it all means.

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I do not spam, so don't worry. Okay, and here is today's ghost story by Emily.

My mother passed away when I was nine. It will be 30 years next month. She had a long,

courageous battle with breast cancer. At the time, I did not understand the concept of

death, and the best way I can describe it is I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop,

for her to come down from heaven and tell me she was okay, but gone from this world. It took me a few

years to understand the finality of her life on earth.

And once it hit me around the age of 12, death seemed like a deep, dark, endless place.

I remember talking to her when I was alone and begging her to give me a sign, something I couldn't miss. Now I know

that she was there all along and probably tried to reach me, but I appreciate now that she didn't

because it might have scared my nine-year-old self. When I started to understand death at age 12,

I was angry.

I was angry that she was taken from me, and so I started to act out.

In my heart, though, I felt that a bond that strong would not have been created and then severed,

and I began to believe that our time was not up.

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