Becki
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| Wed Oct 18, 2006 9:55 am The Touch of a Hand |
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This isn't a ghost story per se because it was more an individual getting in touch with me from the other side after they passed over, but I wanted to share it with you anyway.
I was in England when my grandmother died at the age of 94. I couldn't come back to the U.S. for the funeral because my immigration status was pending and I would have had difficulty returning home afterwards. One day, about two months after she died, I was walking from ASDA (Basically WalMart -- WalMart owns them, too) to home and I felt the very distinct touch of my grandmother's hand against my shoulder. It was so clear to me that I actually turned around and looked for her there, even though she'd been gone for two months already.
Very heartwarming, and a bit sad, too. |
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