A SOUL RETURNS
By Angie Christie

     The story I am about to tell you was seen in an old copy of a British magazine and I think you will find it very interesting. The story went as follows:
     I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock which said 4 am. It was too early to get up so I turned over. Suddenly, a strange woman was standing by my bed. She had grey curly hair and was wearing a cream roses covered cloak.
     “Hello,” she said. “My name is Catherine and I am 52 and was a teacher.”
     What she said next set my heart pounding. “I have died, but I am coming back as your granddaughter.” At this she disappeared. I was stunned as my son Keith’s wife, Margaret, was expecting a baby.
     At 7 am, Keith rang. “We have got a beautiful baby girl. We are calling her Fiona,” he told me.
     When Fiona was 14 years of age, I told her about the lady called Catherine in a cream cloak.
     “Is it covered in red roses?” Fiona asked.
     “Yes!”  I said, amazed. “Do you remember her too?”
     “No,” Fiona said. “It’s just something I know”.
     Fiona was 32 at the time of this story in that magazine, married and, like my ghostly visitor, works as a teacher.
 
Note from Angie: I have wanted to share this story with you because it reminds me of when my friend, Margaret Broughton, related a conversation she had with her granddaughter, Rebecca. You may remember from past stories that Margaret lost her son Peter in 1991 at age 17.
     Tracy, Margaret’s daughter (and Peter’s sister), was three months pregnant with Rebecca when Peter passed. Margaret was talking about Peter to Rebecca and mentioned to the child that she wished Rebecca had known Peter. She got a very indignant reply.
     “I DID know Peter, Nanny, but not for very long. He was very nice.”