My Mam was diagnosed with cancer which devastated us.
My daughter, 9 years old, myself and my mother. We had lost so many to that dreaded disease that we had thought it had finished with our family.
My daughter and I stayed with Mam in a lovely bungalow beside the sea. We became her carers, with help from official NHS carers and as luck would have it, this being a small town, we knew the carer.
She became part of our little family as we helped Mam battle against the disease which wanted to take her away from us.
I’ve always believed in the good folk from an early age and told my daughter about them too.
So, one night we were all asleep when something woke my sixth sense, (don’t know what else to call it) and although my body stayed in bed I was aware of walking through to the living room.
I could hear my Mam talking but no one replying as I went through the door.
Standing in the middle of the room was a tall being all dressed in white with long grey hair.
She wasn’t quite solid and as she noticed I was there she turned and her face lengthened and her mouth and jaw opened far too wide for my liking.
I became frightened and started to say the Lord’s Prayer to the four corners of the room, as you do and I found myself back in my body and wide awake. I ran through to the living room.
It was empty, my Mam was sleeping.
Upon thinking about it, I apologise to the lady as I realised she was our banasidhe and was preparing Mam for the journey she was going to take to the Summerlands.
As I think back now, I feel blessed that I saw her and also feel safe that she is around us.