On February 20, 2003, our 18 year old son, Nicholas O’Neill was the youngest victim of the Rhode Island Station Nightclub fire. This fire was the Fourth largest Nightclub fire in American History. In the days, weeks and years to follow, our son has been giving us signs that have assured us that he and all of our loved ones who have passed are well and doing just fine.
Although, my wife, Joanne, and I cherish the many signs and messages we get from Nick, there are still times when we need to be reassured. In the beginning we asked every Medium we saw if Nicky had suffered before he passed. The answer was always no. Even when we didn’t ask the question during these sessions, Nicky would find a way to bring it up, himself. We were always assured that there was no pain.
Still, every now and then, Joanne would find herself worrying about Nick’s final moments. She would say to me “Are you really convinced that Nick didn’t suffer?” Each time I would remind her of what Nicky had told us over and over again, no pain. But, like any other mother, the very thought of her child having even one moment of discomfort was too much to endure. As much as she wanted to believe what she had been told, Joanne needed to be sure. The last time we had a conversation about this was just that, the last time.
It was the Christmas season of 2005. Joanne and I had gone to tag a Christmas tree. This was something that Nicky loved doing. After we finished we got in the car to leave. It was then that Jo brought up the subject again. My reaction was both frustration and sadness. I felt frustrated because I couldn’t seem to comfort her on this issue. I felt sadness because the truth is that deep down I still worried about this too.
My response was to say what I had said many times before. “Why do you keep asking that question? Nicky has told us time after time that he had no pain. You are driving him nuts. He knows how important this is to you. He loves you and wants you to know that he is just fine. What do you want him to do, put it in writing?” It was just then that we saw the vanity license plate on the car coming toward us. The plate had only two words: “NO PAIN”.