Last year, I had a dream and I remember it so well it might as well have been just last night. In fact I will never forget it.
So, I was walking through a creepy cemetery on a path of small, crunchy stones. The path was winding and there were headstones everywhere on either side of me. And they were in no order, just seemingly random.
It was quite dark when I reached the end of the path, and there stood a shiny new headstone with a fresh pile of earth piled high and covered in flowers.
I looked at the headstone and it read:
Born April 1958 – Died Dec 2018.
Gone too soon.’
I suddenly realized a woman was standing next to me. She wore all black, a long flowing heavy gown and a black veil over her face.
I looked at her face and found it was her, my aunt, Pat Kelly. Her face was sallow but she was smiling. I woke with a start and got up to get some water and found my Mother sitting at the kitchen bar crying. She just got word that her sister (my aunt) Patricia Kelly had died in a car accident near her home in Cavan.
I don’t know if this is strictly related to the Good People but once I got past the shock of it, I felt the dream had been a message. Aunt Pat was always a great believer in the Good People.
Jessica – Washington D.C.