A short story from my cuttings of how a lady claims to have seen her neighbour - after she had died.
"I once saw a dear neighbour - a lovely, elderly lady, who had been very ill - standing at the edge of the pavement outside her flat and looking towards my house with a big smile on her face.
I remember thinking how well she looked and smiled because it seemed she was now better.
I didn't pull back the curtain to wave because I had just got up and was wearing a tatty nightie and my hair was a mess!
How I wish I had because a few days later her daughter told me that her mother had never recovered from her illness and had died in hospital before the time I saw her.
But I did see her - and I can still see her now. I can't explain it."
I remember thinking how well she looked and smiled because it seemed she was now better.
I didn't pull back the curtain to wave because I had just got up and was wearing a tatty nightie and my hair was a mess!
How I wish I had because a few days later her daughter told me that her mother had never recovered from her illness and had died in hospital before the time I saw her.
But I did see her - and I can still see her now. I can't explain it."
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I love these stories!
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