so i was talking to my dear papa today on the tele-ma-phone. and he told me this story that i will now tell to you, and someday you will tell youir children. (not bloody likely) but anyways, last month my uncle Eddie died from stomac cancer.
last week my dad bought a picture frame to frame my uncles picture. so at 3:30am my dad heard a crash. he walked into the living room, and on the floor there was the frame. thr nail and the picture were still on the wall. just the frame and the glass were on the ground, neither one broken. and he smelt something, but couldn't place it. so this week my dad and aunt(Karen) (Eddies wife) were getting ready to go down to Moncton for the funeral and my dad was telling my aunt about what had happened to him. and on the same night that that had happened to my dad my aunt had heard a crash at around 1am. so she went downstairs, and she smelt freshly popped popcorn. and then she smelt my uncle. (well how he had smelt when he was sick) and she went into the living room and found theyre wedding picture turned over,it had been sitting on the mantel. but it was knocked backwards, so it was face up.
Then they were talking to my other aunt (Chris) and apperently my little cousin Rebecca had had a dream about my uncle eddie. so my aunt chris asked her what he had said, and she (my cousin) said that he had told her that he loved her and that everything was alright. then my aunt chris asked what he was wearing. and my cousin said that he was wearing a white robe with beautiful blue bottons down the front.....
pretty creepy eh?!? i thought it was....

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."