the beginning of September, 1990 I dreamt of my father
who had died in January, 1990. In the dream, my father
was with a little girl who was crying and he was trying
to comfort her. He told her that I was to be her grandmother
and I would look after her. So I was convinced that
my daughter who was pregnant at the time would have
a little girl. However, to my surprise it turned out
to be a little boy.
years after the child was born, I was on a bus with
him. When we passed a certain park, he instantly recognised
it and told me that he had died there. However, he was
not a boy at the time but a little girl. He said that
he had run out into the road when his mummy had told
him not to.
was amazed at his story. He repeated the story three
more times and the details never changed. On the last
occasion, I tried to stop him from telling it again,
but an old man who was sitting behind us asked me not
to stop him. He listened to what my grandson said and
then thanked us and said, "I don't have long to
live and this young man has taken away my fear of death."
day I was visiting my nephew's wife, and I told her
the story. She looked up in shock and said, "I
remember that when I was at secondary school in that
area, there was a little girl killed in a road accident.
It was in the local newspaper."
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Posted Aug. 21, 2008