• Mon. Sep 26th, 2022


Aug 2, 2016

When I was 4 I was poorly, and was in bed for a while, anyways was late at night, a woke up too a bright light, and my grandad who died a year before came back to see me. He sat on the bottom of my bed told me I was going to be feeling better and not to worry. The next morning I told my parents and they laughed and said I was dreaming, my dad told my Nana what happened, and she asked me what he was wearing, I said blue and white pj’s and she said I must have seen him as no one else saw him after he died and only my Nana knew what he was wearing when he got buried….

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