Evelyn Lancaster, with great-granddaughter Evie, her namesake, at a family gathering in 2013.I don’t believe in ghosts – maybe because I’ve never seen one.
But something happened a couple weeks ago that shook me to my very core. My late mother communicated with me. I didn’t see her. I didn’t hear her voice, but her message was loud and clear.
It happened around 10:30 p.m. on a weeknight.
On a very rare occasion, my husband, an attorney, was out-of-town overnight on a case, and our three grandchildren, Tilleigh, 8, Evie, 5, and William, 2, were spending the night with me.
Until recently, the children – and I – slept in one queen-sized bed when they spent the night at our house. Our two bedrooms are on opposite ends of the house, and they’ve been afraid to sleep without me. No problem, mind you. I’m the queen of snuggling and being surrounded by babies while sleeping has been pure heaven to me.