Sunday, June 24, 2012

Who else has met a 'Ghost'?

Who else has received a visitor other side?

The death of my maternal grandmother was the first one in my family that touches me very deeply. 'Nama', as I knew her, died shortly before the birth of my second child and almost my first disappointment after learning of his death was that she would never see this great-grandson.

Some years passed and then a worried friend asked me to go with her to see half. I was reluctant to do so, but went in a spirit of friendship and on-demand has remained in the room while Yvonne was given messages. Unsure if I was convinced of what was happening, there was something that struck me as particularly poignant. The means by which a short plump lady with blue eyes and white hair clutched a bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley and said that this woman was with Yvonne constantly as a sort of guardian angel. The interesting thing is that later, when we discussed what had happened, Yvonne said that everything was perfectly sensible ... except the description of the white-haired woman, she did not recognize.

That evening, while we were watching TV my husband asked if I was wearing a new perfume, as the smell lilies-of-valley. I have not had time to reply before I saw him - standing between me and the TV, big as life, but slightly transparent so you can actually see the television through her - my grandmother! He was holding lilies-of-the-valley (her favorite flower in life as it was his birthday on May 31, my mother was always able to collect the last few from the garden for his birthday bouquet) and I spoke very too clearly. Sounding pretty annoyed, Nama asked: "Why do not you know it was me? I was there in that room and the message was for you."

This was a real encounter that moved, I came across the room and threw myself on the bed, sobbing. Since then I have felt Nama seen again and strengthened by the knowledge that she is my guardian angel in death, as it always was in life.

It seems to me that love can never die.

© PG Glynn

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