A Personal Experience By Tami

There was a quaint, little grave yard in Emmitsburg, Maryland, where I was attending an uncle’s funeral. A very sweet elderly lady walked up to me and two of my cousins and started a conversation with us. She asked me who had passed, and I told. Later that morning, we gathered at another cousin’s house who lives in the area, and I told her about the dear old lady who was talking to us. Everyone got very quiet and asked what she looked like. I told them, and they said she has been dead for over 20 years and that she attends every funeral in that grave yard, but she has only ever talked to four other people. I could hardly believe what I was hearing!