Post by TianMing on Jul 9, 2004 23:18:37 GMT -5
I was talking to one of my good and trusted friends today as we were hanging out, talking about our relatives. Well, it so turns out that his Grandmother died when he was a child, a Grandmother he held dear.
Now, as he is much older, he told me he has seen his Grandmother in his house. Once walking through the kitchen, dressed in white. However, the second time he saw here was her walking into his room.
His room was once the guest room, a room where she had stayed many times. So, he believes she was simply on her way to the guestroom. Appart from that, she is but a distant memory fading into the realm of time.
Now, as he is much older, he told me he has seen his Grandmother in his house. Once walking through the kitchen, dressed in white. However, the second time he saw here was her walking into his room.
His room was once the guest room, a room where she had stayed many times. So, he believes she was simply on her way to the guestroom. Appart from that, she is but a distant memory fading into the realm of time.
