My Grandmother (1)
Jayne Foster, New Zealand
This happened when I was six going on seven. A week before my birthday I gave my grandmother a present, a beautiful green purse, she gave it back saying I would need it more than her, a couple of days later she died. I was never allowed to go to the funeral. On the night of my birthday when my grandfather left it was late and I was in bed (my bedroom looked out onto the path from the front door) I saw my grandmother walking behind my grandfather. I could make out all her features yet she was white and floating, I felt quite peaceful I think it was closure because we were quite close and I never got to say good bye. I told my parents and they never believed, but to this day I know what I saw (20 years later).