The story the Floater told us today about the haunted house, reminded me of some other coincidences. As I said, I keep an open mind and do not jump to conclusions.

 There have been quite a few incidences in my life,for which I have not found explanation,and have just accepted them.
When my mother was expecting me, my maternal grand mother was taken ill.My father was posted in a far away city,and my mother was unaware that her mum was ill. Grandma deteriorated and before they could send for my parents she died.The night she died,Mum dreamt that she has come to visit her, holding the hand of a little girl. She handed the child over to Mum,telling her saying”here is your daughter”.

Grandma was so certain that her daughter will have a girl,that she has had some jewellery and dresses made for me.
Though this did not please my Mum, as she wanted her first born to be a boy.

My father passed away in 2005, before that I used to visit them every year. In 2oo4, he gave me a little book which was very dear to him,and told me that it was given to him by his mentor,before he died.I protested,but he said that  he was waited this long and now it was time that I was given that book. That is the last time I saw him.

I was heart broken after his death as I have not been able to see him for the last time. He was buried before I could get there.All I saw when I got there was the fresh grave. There is nothing more heart breaking than seeing a mound of earth,as the remains odf your loved one.

In November that year,I dreamt of him for the first time since his death. He looked his usual self.But he was holding the hand of a child. He was smiling and this little child was doing the same. I woke up with a start, and that evening received the news that our son and his wife were expecting their first child.

Am sure there is a rational explanation,and someone will tell me. I have just not found one. In places like India such stories are taken for granted. As people believe that there are spirits, life after death and reincarnation. No one bats an eyelid. Where as in the west we try and find a rational explanantion, and see if there is any research to support our statements.
Whatever it might have been, it gave me great comfort.Am known to dream to dead relatives. I have no idea why.Perhaps I have a vivid imagination. But when I miss the people I loved, I console myself by thinking that they are at a better place and they can see me.
This weekend is my daughters wedding. Am missing my parents a great deal. My sister has decided not to have anything to do with me. I miss them all.I hope my parents will know it,and will be pleased for me. At least that is what I hope.
It is sometimes easier to communicate with the dead than the living.
I wonder if any of you have had any experiences you can not find an explanation for, we all will have to probably just accept the unexplainable.

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