My godmother, Aunty Hild, was a wonderful, warm-hearted lady. She’d do anything for anyone, and give you her last pound if she thought you needed it. The night she died, I dreamed that I was at a 1940s dance with Hild. Suddenly, a young man ran inside, grabbed her hand and said, ‘Come on, it’s time to go!’ I ran after them and watched as she climbed into a car and was whisked away, the sound of her laughter echoing in the summer air. I firmly believe I was seeing her husband, Reuben, come to fetch her. It’s certainly helped to confirm my belief in an afterlife. I’d love to hear your stories, too!
HOW DIVINE!
Angel Chatter by Christine Alexandria £12.99 Helios Press
Whatever your faith or tradition, angels…
