Thank you for the kind welcome.
I am not shy to tell of my experience in public. I am not afraid of dying, nor of telling the reason why for that. I grew up in the countryside, our nearest neighbours two miles away. Cars very seldom passed along our road which even though was the main road through the village, was a typical unlit country lane, what some people would call a dirt road or a boreen. One night not long having gone to my bed, I was just starting to doze off, but opened my eyes to find my favourite aunt, my mother's sister who lived in the village, was standing by my bed smiling. She kissed me on the forehead, said goodnight little one, I love you. I said goodnight to her and told her I loved her too.
Next morning I expected to see my aunt in the kitchen at breakfast, as usually when she came to visit she would stay overnight at our house and would sometimes use my mother's sewing machine to make up dresses. My mother was a dressmaker and the sewing machine was in the parlour, a room seldom used and there was also an extra bed in that room where my aunt would sleep when she stayed over. When I didn't see her in the kitchen I went to have a look in the parlour but it was empty. I asked my mother why aunty May had gone back home so early she said aunty May hadn't been around. I told her about her coming into my room to say goodnight and she told me I must have been dreaming.
It was a school day and I was on my way out the door when our neighbour's car pulled up in the yard. We had no phone in our house, but this neighbour had a phone, which our family could use if we ever needed to. The neighbour was coming with the news that aunty Mayk had died in the night. Need I say any more. I knew then, we all knew, that even if I had only dreamt it, she had somehow found a way to visit our house to say goodbye and tell us she loved us. It felt to be the most natural thing for this to have happened and our whole family was comforted to know this.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me since, even though many members of my family have since passed on, but I am convinced that they have all met up and reunited, just as we all will be when our time comes.