I used to attend a primary school situated down the road from my mutual grandparent’s house. My Nan and Granddad lived in an upstairs flat and my mutual Great Nan lived in the flat below. My Nan used to collect me from school at lunchtimes, so I could join her and my granddad for lunch. She would also cook an extra meal for my Grand Nan and as I got older it was my job to take her dinner down to her on a tray. My Great Nan was in her 90s and was riddled with arthritis which made her house bound.

 I remember one particular day when I was about 6 years old, taking her dinner down to her on a tray where I found her sitting on the floor next to her bed. I placed the tray on the living room table and walked towards her asking her what was wrong? “I’ve lost my hanky” She replied.

 I remember watching Murder She Wrote with my mum the night before, and like all children I decided I would take on the role of a detective and try to help my Grand Nan find her hanky.

 I started by asking her when she last had the hanky, and she told me that she had taken it to bed with her the previous night.

I began to search around her bed for the hanky and found it under her pillow. I returned the hanky to her and as I did this she held it in her left hand and waved it at me saying, “Oh Thank You”

I then helped her up off the floor and she sat at the table to eat her dinner and I returned to my grandparents flat to eat mine.

 A couple of weeks after that, my Grand Nan sadly passed away in her sleep, as I was only 6 years old I didn’t attend her funeral. But a few nights after her funeral while I was lying in my bed, I was woken up by a noise coming from the landing outside my bedroom door. I remember looking towards my door expecting either my mum or dad to come into my room, but to my surprise I just saw an arm appear waving a white hanky. I waved back and then turned over and went back to sleep. The next morning I told my mum that I had seen my Great Nan last night and my mum told me that she had come to say goodbye.

 I’m a lot older now but I still see her from time to time. She always appears in the same way, puts her arm around the door and waves the hanky that I had found for her on that day. Sometimes I just sense that she is in the room, either by the strong smell of Lily’s, which were her favourite flowers or I just get a smack on the back of my head, which she loved to do when she was alive, if I had been naughty.

 Because of this I have grown up with the belief that even after your family and friends have passed over, they often return to watch over you and let you know they are ok. When ever I felt lonely or scared as a child, I knew I was lucky to be able to sense or see that she was with me making sure I was ok.

© 2009 Kent Paranormal Seekers

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