Psidi's True Ghost StoriesThis story was passed onto me by my Godmother, my Aunt Helen. Aunt Helen and I were chatting one day about the old days, when she asked me if I had heard this story. My Aunt Helen was one of my grandmothers eight children, grandma was a kind soul, she had been a wonderful mother to all of her 8 children, 6 girls and two boys, and went on to be a wonderful grandma to us, her grandchildren. I used to love to go and stay with her when I was on my school holidays. Gran lived in London and we lived in Brighton. So it was quite an adventure to travel the 50 or so miles on the steam train to go and visit with her. Even though the Second World War was at its height and we had to spend many a night in air raid shelters it never worried me. I knew no difference! Being born two years before the start of the war, sadly war was all I had known! My dear granddad had died when he was in his early sixty’s. So grandma was left alone save for her wonderful children. In grandma’s later years it became routine for her to visit my Aunt Helen every Monday for tea, she did this for many years. Grandma would set out to walk to Helens after lunch and return home after tea. This particular Monday was special though. My grandmother had said to Helen, “Don’t think I’m mad, because I know I am not! But last night something woke me up, and as I sat up in bed trying to work out what it was, I saw standing at the foot of my bed, your dad! He never said one word to me, he simply smiled then turned and walked away through the wall”. She went on to say, “I wonder what he wanted?” She was most insistent that she had not been dreaming and could describe exactly the clothes he was wearing and how well he looked. I must add my grandma was fit and well, and still very with it. Anyway like I say that was on the Monday. On the Thursday Helen got a message from my Uncle Bobby, (he still lived at home with grandma at that time), he said grandma had passed away in her sleep. My Uncle Bobby worked shifts for the railway, so he would rely on grandma to wake him around three o’clock in the afternoon giving him plenty of time to get up and ready to leave for his night shift. He woke this Thursday, and looking at his bedside clock, saw it was late, so wondering why grandma had not given him a call he went downstairs. He found her sitting in her armchair like she was asleep. Sitting there by the fireside with her little radio on, he tapped her on the shoulder to wake her and said, “why didn’t you wake me up”? He then realised why. My dear Grandma could not wake him, for she had passed away peacefully in her sleep. Helen told me that she feels certain that my granddad came that Monday night to collect grandma, he came to tell her it was time to go home. I feel this was indeed the case.
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