My Mother

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Various family homes
Source: Form Submission

My mother died on 3 June 2004, after a long and brave fight against breast cancer. Her end was peaceful, but Dad and I still miss her lots. About a month after her death I came back to visit Dad at home and was reading a Brian Wilson biography at 2.30am (I have occasional bouts of insomnia) with one arm outstretched. I suddenly felt the tips of my fingers of my hand held ever so gently. I was not dreaming. I was wide awake.

Last June I was feeling pretty low about Mam. It was about 1.30am in my flat in Catford, London, when I spoke out loud how unhappy I was and that I wished with all my heart that she could show me somehow that she was alright. Not two seconds after I asked this my bedside light flickered to red and then slowly went out altogether. I was astonished, not scared, not frightened, merely intrigued and thanked Mam lots, saying that it was a good job I had another bulb to put in that lamp!

The last time was at my Dad's house. I was coming to visit him in hospital and to discuss matters concerning his own care. I didn't bring my alarm clock and didn't have a way of getting up in the morning without it, but needed to get up around 8am to sort things out and head off back to London. I had been dreaming about nothing in particular and was in a deep, dreamless sleep when I distinctly heard Mam's voice say "Sue!" in the way she used to shout for me when she wanted to wake me or call me downstairs for a phone call. I shot up out of bed, got myself together, looked at the clock and it was 8.10am.

I used to be something of a sceptic about life after death. I'm not now.