My Great-Grandmamma's Seeing
I heard this story from my dear great grandmamma.
It was a few months after my granddad Harry died. My great grandmamma was sitting on her couch with her dog Mistie watching TV when something unimaginable happened.
She said, "I felt a sudden chill down my spine when I heard a blissful sound call my name so I stood up only for the sound to get closer.
"Angela, Angela," it called.
I looked in the mirror to find my beloved son Harry standing behind me, smiling. A cold withered tear
Rolled down my cheek. I turned round to see nothing there, but that wasn't the last time I saw him."
It was only a couple of days later when we went down the cemetery and laid some rose flowers by his grave (he was cremated) only for her to see my granddad's face blossom within the roses. She hasn't seen him since but her dog sadly passed away not too long after.