I’VE HAD a few strange experiences recently where the life of the world to come is intruding into the one I have now and for once the spirits are not alcoholic.
Early on Sunday morning I went up to Stonefall cemetery with some pink flowers for Laura’s grave.
I like to go before the sun gets up as there are few people around and I can hang about for a bit without looking suspicious. I like neatness and order so I usually straighten a few flowers on other graves at the same time. It’s hard to do this without looking as though I’m robbing them.
I had my usual chat with Laura, said a prayer for her and switched on my iPod to listen to Abba’s Dancing Queen, which was one of her favourites. Three renditions later I had to ask her to quit messing around and let me turn it off.
And now for something even stranger…
In recent weeks I’ve seen the shadow of my beautiful tortoiseshell cat Amber walking into the bedroom. The night she was put to sleep, in March 2007, a dark cat-sized shape walked down the side of the bed.
She came and went for months but I haven’t seen her at all in recent years.
Last week I heard the unmistakeable tinkle of a cat’s collar bell as one of my newer moggies dashed upstairs. Except they were both outside and the back door was closed.
Those we love and who have gone before are always by our side, just because we can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there.