Linda came to a reading hoping to hear from her son. Tom was 19 when he died, travelling. He was a rugby player; his family planted a conifer in his memory, chosen because the yellow spiky new growth looked like his hair.

The reading is here in full, six minutes, unedited. Linda's own words at the end are the reason it's on the site:

"Part of me was really worried that perhaps the people that I wanted to come through wouldn't. But they did. And I hope perhaps it brings comfort to other people in my situation."