My Gran died in September 95 from cancer, I was just 11
and her favourite from 19 Grandchildren. My only childhood
memories are ones where she appeared. I remember right
before she died she told me she'd come back and visit me
as a little girl and that I wouldn't recognise her.
One day I was working in my local supermarket - I worked
in the Coffee shop department. I hadn't worked there long,
a few months maybe and I had been getting a lot of hassle
that day from my supervisor. It was really busy and I was
dying to go the toilet, and of course she wouldn't let me
go until the queue died down a bit. Half an hour later she
finally let me go, I was almost running because the staff
toilets were a long journey up 2 flights of stairs, on my
way I met a little girl who was crying for her 'Mummy',
she was about 3 maybe 4 yrs old and she was obviously lost.
I took her hand and headed for Customer services to tell
them, I then heard the little girl say : There's my Mummy
there, she was pointing toward the front entrance of the
store, so I hurried, trying not to miss the woman. We got
outside the store, I looked around, couldn't see anybody.
She pointed at a lady heading towards a dark green car, so
I shouted over to her, she didn't hear me. I told the
little girl to come quick as we hurried over to the woman.
Just as I did, about 2 seconds thereafter a loud explosion
ripped through our supermarket. I fell to the ground with
the force almost knocking myself out. I was covered in
glass, I heard the little girl crying, I went to grab her -
SHE WAS GONE! I searched the car park in a panic, I
didn't know what had just happened. I still couldn't find
the little girl, I was crying and blood was dripping off
my face.
I still didn't know what had happened, about 3 ambulances
arrived shortly after, firemen were there and I heard
people cry 'It was a bomb'. The supermarket was really
busy that day, over 118 people were killed. It was a
terrorist group that planted the bomb and it was left
beside a freezer which caused the bomb to detonate almost
immediately. The terrorists who left it were killed too.
I know that little girl was my Gran, she had said she'd be
back when I needed her most and that day I certainly did.
Another experience I had earlier this year happened when I
was visiting my Aunt in hospital who had just given birth
to my baby cousin Luc (The only Grandson to carry on my
Gran's second name). I lifted him out of his crib and was
about to get comfortable on my aunts bed when I felt
someone push past me with a gust of wind. I spun around
thinking it was just one of the other kids running about
and going mad, not watching where they were going. I was
about to shout 'Watch where ur going', No-one was there. I
told my Uncle, he said maybe it's ur Gran visiting the
baby. It freaked me out a little bit. But not as much as
the day I experienced that bomb blast. That will live with
me forever.
I believe in life after death now alright.
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