Jamie and Fiongal Greenlaw-Meek

I spent yesterday reading a quick text from one of my close colleagues, who was returning today from India with his husband, having spent a fantastic few days on retreat.

This evening, I spent a few hours organising the memorial meeting that we will hold as a circle of mediums, to honour their passing and each in our own ways, to pray for their souls.

Fiongal and Jamie Greenlaw-Meek were forces of nature. Their spirit, their integrity and their ability as mediums goes without saying. Their deaths have hit all of us in the Circle as nothing else could – two deaths that make no sense, that only rob the living world of two beautiful men who loved each other to distraction.

And their deaths sit alongside so many others - parents, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.

As a medium, I spend so much of my time trying to make sense of the world for others, and yet tonight, I know that for me, to try to find sense in their sudden, catastrophic deaths, is to follow a path on which lies madness.

I want to scream at the injustice of it all, in the knowledge that my voice will disappear on the wind - my tears are just tears in the rain.

But if my words matter at all in this universe, if there is a G.d, a Great Spirit, whatever, I pray from the depth of my soul that they find peace, together, forever.

To Fiongal, to Jamie, to everyone who died today, may your G.d, whoever you perceive them to be, hold you in their infinite love and compassion for eternity.

Until we meet again.