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The butterfly in this story came from my own family - at a family member’s funeral in winter suddenly an orange butterfly flew on the casket.
Also I remember when my own grandmother passed away, I saw a series of dreams about her. In the first one I was at a hospital morgue to see my grandmother, and said it was so sad to see so many dead people under those green sheets. There were nurses there and they laughed at my words. “Who said they are dead?”
In the next dreams I was in that same hospital, but in an intensive care unit. My grandmother was there, weak, but alive.
Then another dream later - in this she was in an ordinary hospital ward, sitting on her bed, looking surprisingly young. “Look, everyone!” she said when she saw me. “This is my granddaughter I told you about!” The other patients greeted me.
And then the last dream - I arrived again at the hospital, but this time did not go inside. Instead I walked in a beautiful garden surrounding the hospital. I heard someone greeting me and when I turned, I saw my grandmother. She was now healthy - and young. And happy. We walked in the garden, and my grandmother told me how happy and healthy she was now. I understood she had gone through a process of healing on the other side after a sad life. Moving from one ward to another in the hospital, until she was healthy and in her full power again.
We said goodbyes to each other, and she walked away through the sunlight, beautiful garden filled with colourful flowers.
I am sure I really met her. Before she died I had been interpreting one of the English mediums I mentioned earlier, and suddenly I got a message that was clearly meant for my grandmother. A man showed a trophy, said my grandmother’s name (Anna-Liisa) and wanted to give a message to her. The message said that now the time to let go had come, and when my grandmother would make her passing, he would be there to greet her. It was her ex husband Onni, the trophy was something he won (a silver medal from racing at what my mother said was worker’s olympics in Berlin… Not sure about that the name of the games, but it was in Berlin). I was hesitant to give her the message, but then decided to go to the hospital where she was, and told her what Onni had said. She later said she had lost her fear of death at that message. And perhaps because of this wanted to show me she was alive and well on the other side.
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Nephilim Quest 1 Shadowhunter. Chapter 5 / Kitty's Letter
That night I finally had the chance to read Kitty's letter. I took it from under my mattress where I had hidden it. Glancing at the door to make sure it was closed, I opened the envelope with a little knife, as quietly as possible. Then, taking a deep breath, still standing in the middle of my room, I began to read.
"Dana, If you read this, I am dead," the letter began. "Sheesh what a cliché of a sentence! Like something from an Agatha Christie novel, isn't it?"
After this, she had drawn a smile. I was horrified to read on, somehow. But I could not turn my eyes away from the paper.
"Look, I know this is going to sound crazy... In fact I cannot quite believe I am writing this. If I am wrong, you'll never know, and we'll see each other soon, and I'll know it was just my imagination. I'll collect the box, or maybe leave it and this letter where it is for us to find sometime in the future. We can then have a good laugh about it when we are old and grey... Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just better stop rambling and write what I sat down to write."
Curiously I turned the first page of the letter to see what was written on the reverse of it.
"You remember when we talked about ghosts and what will happen when we die? Well of course you do, and have probably been wondering about it now that I am... gone. Gone to wherever it is we go when we die.”
"I need to tell you that I somehow know this is going to happen. I have had such vivid dreams lately where Darryl has come to meet me."
Darryl was her brother who had died of a brain tumour. Four children in Kitty's family, now two of them dead...
The memory of Kitty's parent's at the funeral flashed vividly into my mind's eye: ashen faces, humped shoulders, unable to speak when they lowered their flowers on her casket - I couldn't bear the word coffin... Little Ella standing behind them with round eyes, not understanding where her big sister had gone. And Andy, Kitty's big brother, holding Ella's hand with an expression somewhere between grief and rage.
I felt like choking, cleared my throat and continued reading.
"Darryl was so real, and I felt so totally happy that there I began to wonder whether I was getting closer to the veil between our life and... well, whatever you want to call the afterlife. I have read about such things happening. People who are about to die, feeling very happy and unafraid before it actually happens. And that someone from the other side comes to fetch them, someone they know and love. Darryl certainly fits that description."
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