#thethinnessoftheveil

Because of the time of year I'm going to share a couple of stories Mammy told me about death in our family. There is some comfort in them whether you believe or not because the familial connection within the brothers and sisters is so strong that it transcends any beliefs. The day before our Molly passed away she told Mammy about a vivid dream she had of Fr. John. She was walking down towards her house from the market square direction after getting her hair done and he was at the gate in the long black cassock he used to wear when he was younger, his cap and his pipe and he said to her "where have you been? I've been waiting so long."

Another one was not long before Veronica left us she dreamt that Kathleen was standing over her bed silently beckoning her with her hand.

The day of their father's funeral both Molly and Mammy had a Robin visit and their father had told them he would come back as a Robin.

The day their mother died her neighbour and good friend, Nurse Gillen, knew before they told her 'because she rapped on the door as she was passing.' Also the day she died I was in bed with Mammy (like I did as often as I could) and when the doorbell rang Mammy knew her mother had gone.