ONE day during the War, I was sitting reading, when suddenly I heard
my fiancé (then in France) calling my name. I looked up and beheld
him walking towards me, in a white shroud. I was horrified and called
to him to go away, but his ice-cold hands touched my face and I
fainted. He was killed that day, and his comrades said he was calling
my name as he died. Again, in a vision, I saw my beloved sister (a
nurse) lying dead in a ward. A few days later we met at our home.
During tea I related my vision to her, describing the ward and even
the flowers and ivy they had put on her. Everyone but mother laughed.
My sister laughed till tears rolled down her cheeks and said “Oh! my
dear, I’m too healthy to die; look at me.” And, indeed, she was a
picture of health and happiness, and she was beloved by everyone.
But, six weeks later, she lay dead exactly as I had seen her. Why I
should see the two people I loved best like that I cannot say, but I
cannot but believe in the supernatural.