For a while back, my son and I move into an apartment. I met this sweet girl with 3 small girls. She lived with her abusive husband. Often, she gave the expression; she wanted to leave, but he kept threatening her, if she did, he would take the girls away from her.
One day she came over for a visit. She was so happy, but also in tears, because her grandma was sick, and they didn’t believe she would live for much longer. Since she had been close to her grandma,
She knew the money was short, but she had saved up
When the time came, he changed his mind,
The following evening, she got a phone call, that her grandma had died, and she never made it up there to say goodbye. When she asked for money for a ticket to go to the funeral, she was told no!!
not hearing from her for a while week, I called her to see how she was doing? She told me what had happened, and cried while repeating, “I didn’t get to say goodbye.” 30 minutes later, we hung up and I continue with what I did before our conversation, thinking this
suddenly I felt some saying: “please call her, I need to see her
At first, she said no, but she could hear it in my tone of voice, I was serious, so she put a note on the door for the kids and ran across the street.
She came in and I took her into the bedroom and told her to sit down, at first she said: “no”, asked, why: “what is that smell of flowers, it smells like my grandma’s perfume?” I said: “close your eyes
Tears were running down her face, and with closed eyes, she said: “my grandma is here, it is
I told her: “the smell the flowers, came right after you and I had talked, and I felt someone close, wanted to say goodbye. She asked me to call you.