Hey everyone, this is a story about my great grandmother
and how after her death she still wanted to protect her
children.
First, some background story.
My great grandmother was nicknamed "Ms.Kitty" That is what
she'll be referred to in this story.
She had two children, my grandmother "Bonnie" and her
brother nicknamed "Sonny".
Ms.Kitty had been ill for a long time and during this
period she was living in a room in my grandparents house.
Sonny was on hard times, as was usual for their family
during that time. One day she called Bonnie into her room
and told her this. "When I die, make sure you buy Sonny a
winter coat, he needs it."
Bonnie promised to buy him a coat when the time came. Alas,
after a long battle with cancer Ms. Kitty passed away, and
Bonnie and her family continued living in the house.
One day Bonnie was cleaning in Ms.Kitty's old room when she
noticed the light was on, it was a type of light where you
just had to touch the base of it to turn it on (They had
bought it to make things easier for Ms. Kitty).
Bonnie did not think much of this as she had 4 daughters
running through the house constantly, someone must have just
bumped into it.
When cleaning day the next week came she went into the room
and the light was on again. At this point Bonnie considered
keeping the room shut off from the girls for good to cut
down on any electricity being used. But still she cleaned,
turned off the light and went about her business.
The next week rolled around and the light was on again, now
she was annoyed, turned it off, then continued through the
house.
Now I should point out that she was home completely alone
after she turned it off this day, but she went up to the
room a few hours later and the light had turned on once
more.
Bonnie was slightly scared to put it gently. Her mind was
running a mile a minute when she remembered something...the
coat for Sonny. She knew she had forgot to get him one as
she had been busy arranging things after Ms.Kitty's death.
She went out later that day and bought the coat for Sonny.
And the light never came on by itself again.
Think what you want, It could have been the light messing
up, but I like to think it was a mothers love for her child
that kept that light on.
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