Back so soon? Well, I did say it would be a triple bill, and there’s not long left to go now before All Hallows Eve, so I’m having to pull my finger out…

Ghosts! Some people believe in them, some people don’t, some people are undecided. Ghost stories have been around for a very long time, probably as long as people have. Obviously the appeal’s in the uncertainty. What follows is a true story to the best of my knowledge. Maybe it’s a ghost story, I don’t know…

My grandmother (Nan) died in her mid eighties. She had what is known as ‘a good innings’. As I remember her, she was a very practical and down-to-earth woman who had no time for superstitious nonsense. Up until the time she died, she was of sound mind, it was her body that let her down. It’s often either one or the other…

As far as I understand my family history, my Nan’s father died during the first world war before she was born. That was an unfortunate turn of events, but wars have a bad habit of doing those kinds of things. I don’t know if my Nan had any feelings or emotions about her absent father, and her mother remarried soon after so she at least grew up with a father figure but I guess it’s not the kind of thing you’d discuss with your grandchildren.

Shortly before my Nan died, she spoke to my Mum and told her that a man had visited her bedside not long ago, and that he was wearing what appeared to be an old army uniform. She also said that he didn’t say anything, he just stood looking at her for a short time and then left. She didn’t speculate on it, but didn’t understand it. Being cynical*, she would also have been under the influence of morphine and goodness knows what else at the time.

This is what my Mum has told me. She didn’t openly speculate either, but it was clear the thought had crossed her mind, as it had mine; that my Nan had been visited on the verge of death by the father she had never met. If there is a door (or a portal, or a bridge or whatever else you want to call it) between this world and the next, which opens when we die, maybe there is a brief period where the door is open both ways. Maybe.

The appeal’s in the uncertainty. For the record, my Nan was a wonderful person. I know I’m biased, but it’s true! I may have a bad memory, but I’ll never forget her 🙂

Next time, it’s Halloween Part 3, then I think I deserve a rest, but I have to do a gardening update… No rest for the wicked…

Stay happy… ses x

*If you’re super-cynical, you could say that someone was walking round the hospital in an old army uniform. It’s possible.