“One night I was grieving for my dear Nan who passed away a year at the time. I was lying in my bed and it was complete darkness. My bedroom door was open a little and I happened to look at the door and I saw something that startled me but soon made me at ease. It was only what I can describe as an angel. It was a golden glow with a little girl with curls in her hair. She smiled at me and put her finger to her lip as to say don’t cry, and put both her hands together and she lay them down as if she was to sleep. I instantly felt no more pain for my Nan and fell asleep with great comfort. I never grieved like that for my Nan again from that day.

“The thing is: the little girl I saw almost looked like my Nan when she was about four years old.

“Did I see an angel?”

~Rebecca

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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