My Time with Colin Fry and the Day the Stage Felt Different

There are some people who come into your life and quietly change the direction of it. For me, one of those people was Colin Fry.

Touring the UK as a guest medium with Colin was not just another job or opportunity. It was a turning point in my life. At the time, I was still finding my feet, learning what it truly meant to stand on a stage and represent Spirit in front of hundreds of people. Being alongside someone of his experience and reputation was exciting, but if I am honest, it was also a little intimidating.

He was already a well-known figure, respected across the country. People trusted him. They would queue outside theatres with hope in their hearts, sometimes carrying years of grief. Colin understood that responsibility better than anyone I had ever met.

What people did not always see was the man behind the stage lights.

Off stage, he was warm, down to earth, and had a wicked sense of humour. There were many nights backstage filled with laughter. Cups of tea in hand, sharing stories from the road, or just chatting about everyday life. He never acted like he was above anyone. He treated everyone the same, whether they were a fellow medium, a theatre manager, or a member of the audience.

That humility stayed with me.

Touring together meant long drives, late finishes, and plenty of time to talk. Those journeys became classrooms in their own way. Not formal lessons, just conversations, observations, and quiet moments where you learn by watching someone who truly understands their calling.

That might sound straightforward, but it is something many people forget. The stage can easily become about performance, applause, or recognition. Colin never let it become that. He always brought it back to the people sitting in those seats. The mothers, fathers, partners, and children hoping for one message, one sign, one moment of peace.

I remember watching him before a demonstration. He would take a moment to gather himself. Not dramatically, just quietly. A deep breath, a stillness, a respect for the work ahead. It was never routine. It was respect.

And that left a mark on me.

There were times when I doubted myself, like any developing medium does. You question whether you are getting it right, whether you are strong enough to carry the responsibility. Colin had a way of steadying you without making a big deal of it.

Simple advice, but powerful.

Even now, years later, I still hear those words in my mind before I step onto a stage.

What also stood out to me was his compassion. After shows, when most people would be ready to go back to the hotel and rest, Colin would stay and speak to people. He listened. He cared. He understood that for many, that night might be the first time they felt hope again.

That level of dedication showed me what this work is really about.

Of course, there were lighter moments too. Plenty of them. We shared jokes, stories, and the kind of laughter that comes from spending long hours on the road together. Those memories are just as precious to me as the lessons.

Then came the day that changed everything.

The day we lost him.

When Colin passed, it hit me harder than I expected. Not just professionally, but personally. It felt like the spiritual community had lost a guiding light, and I had lost someone who had quietly helped shape the medium I was becoming.

The stage felt different after that.

There was a silence where his presence used to be. A gap that could not be filled. I remember thinking how strange it felt to carry on working in a world where he was no longer physically here. For many of us who knew him, it was not just the loss of a colleague. It was the loss of a mentor, a friend, and a steady example of how to do this work with integrity.

His passing made me reflect deeply on my own journey.

It reminded me how precious this work is. How important it is to honour the gift, respect the responsibility, and never take the connection with Spirit for granted. It also strengthened my determination to continue serving people in the way he demonstrated. Honestly. Compassionately. Without ego.

Even now, when I walk onto a stage anywhere in the UK, there are moments when I feel that influence.

Not in a mystical sense, but in the way I approach the work.
In the respect I hold for Spirit.
In the responsibility I feel toward the people in the audience.

That legacy lives on.

Touring with Colin was not just a chapter in my career. It was a foundation. It helped shape my confidence, my values, and my understanding of what it truly means to be a working medium.

And although he is no longer here in the physical world, his impact continues through the lives of the many mediums he guided, encouraged, and inspired.

Including me.

I will always be grateful for the time we shared on the road, the lessons he passed on, and the example he set.

Because some people do not just teach you how to work.

They teach you how to stand.