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Nice but sad story I suppose. I wouldn't call it reincarnation, I personally don't really believe it. I think that little lad just had some sort of connection with you, which I think is great on its own.

Bridget, thankyou especially as reading your story gave me the nudge to be brave enough to give my feelings words, as i don't think I give a lot about myself away, and you inspired me to have the courage to write (((()))) Kaz i saw a programme on that, and it may be possible, I don't know, but at the moment it feels more acceptable to me than it normally would. For everyone else I am just glad you read this as it feels so nice to have given Donald and Aunt Nan a minute of today, and you all did that for me by reading XXXX

Awwwww Lemon - my vino is all salty now! What a lovely story. Thanks for sharing it with us! I am really not to sure about reincarnation either but I remember reading somewhere about our genes carrying genetic memories of our ancestors/relatives. Would have to go back and have a look at the book sometime! xxxxxxx Kaz :o)

Hi Lemon ((((((HUGS)))))) Juliexx

love and hugs for all your family Val

Thanks again for taking the time to read it XXXXXX Gray, I am fine honest, and writing was quite helpful. I don't feel so sad now, as it helped me sort out how I felt. Love always G XXX kisses for Josh and Thomas XX kisses from Amy Bubbles XX

Lems.. My friend and confidant. I am truly sorry for your loss of your beloved Aunt Nan. It is not often that I am stuck for words as you well know, tonight I am. I send you and your family all my love. Grayxxxx AmyXX

Bless you Lems xxx ;-)

Lemon, I'm a bit like Morfydd, I don't know what to say but I'm sending you lots of love too. Helenxx

Thanks everyone and don't worry as I am fine, and any tears shed this week needed to come 33 years ago....but they seem like healing tears now...and thats a good thing. Vivienne...yes Janet and I now intend to stay in touch, as she needs me too, I may be able to help her through the lost days, when she would have gone to her Mums, so it has given us back to each other XX

Marie never feel you need to apologise for taking over my thread, you didn't, and I read your story with interest. I still don't know how I think on reincarnation, but I do know that I have thought about it a lot this week. Your words comforted me, as I would like to think that through this little boy......maybe , just maybe.....Donald may be having another shot at life. Thankyou XX

Lemon, can't find the words to express how that made me feel, just sending lots of love. M.

Oh Lems, I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes, that is such a lovely story. You know my beliefs & I'm with your lovely Aunt Nan on this. I believe she sent this child to show you how much you were & are loved. I do hope you will now keep in close touch with your cousin & her son. Vivienne

Lemon, and Marie also What lovely stories, and told so very well. Thank you so much for sharing them. Liz x

What an amazing tale. Thank you truly for sharing it. It has genuinely moved me to tears. I am not sure if this helps, but I can maybe help make sense of the reincarnation aspect of your story. I had mixed feelings about reincarnation until a very strange thing happened to me. When I was 23, I ,from nowhere felt an overwhelming urge to visit Vancouver in Canada. I saved for over a year, denying myself countless nights out but when questioned, couldn't give an answer as to why I was going there. I am totally useless with directions and am not a natural born traveller. I like my home comforts too much. From the moment the plane touched down at Vancouver airport I felt totally comfortable and at home. I walked the streets of Vancouver without a map and without fear. I couldn't explain it at the time, but I knew I was being looked after. Throughout the whole of the six weeks I stayed there ,every hotel room or apartment had a waft of strawberries. I am not over keen on strawberries but my travelling companion commented on it too. One day I was drawn to a huge hotel The Hotel Vancouver. I walked in and what happened was the spookiest thing that ever happened to me. The whole place was transformed before my eyes to a slightly tattier old fashioned hotel. The lobby had moved,the lifts were the old fashioned kind, the decor was different so was the smell. This could only have lasted a matter of seconds but I was pretty spooked. A week after we returned from Vancouver I was at a family gathering with great aunts who I hadn't seen since early childhood. When they saw me they couldn't stop commenting about my resemblance in mannerisms to their mother. They found out that I had been to Vancouver, and proceeded to tell me all about their Uncle Robert who emigrated to Vancouver ( I had no idea about him until this point) in the 1920s. My great grandmother had helped him, at great personal expense to raise the fare there. As a thank you her brother Robert sent her strawberry chocolates every year on her birthday until she died. The spookiest part is that Robert worked in a hotel in Vancouver........called the Hotel Vancouver. I know it sounds tenuious to others and I really apologise for hi jacking your thread but having been on the other side of this so to speak I would say that the little boy you met at the funeral has Donalds soul, in the same way it appears I have my great grandmothers. Bodies are just the overcoat it's the soul inside that carries on. How wonderful that you finally got to meet your beloved cousin again at such a sad time and that your Aunt had the comfort of seeing her Donald again in that little boy. Thank you again for your lovely story. You have really touched my heart.

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Thanks Dawnie, it has helped writing this down, and I still don't know what to think, I do know this week as I grieved for Aunt Nan that the tears I couldn't shed all those years ago for Donald, because I had to be strong, have finally come. But because of this wee man last week I also feel a sense of peace, and all the good times I had with Donald have come back, he was such a ball of life, like a bubble just waiting to fly.

Lemon you have me going again now. Donald must be there in him and he wanted to let you know how much he loved you. Couldn't tell you in person so told you this way. Hope it helped writing it down and no I don't think you have lost your marbles.

My Aunt Nan struggled for 4 years with breast cancer, and kept fighting back, she was a big lady in stature and in her personality. But finally almost two weeks ago she finally lay down and went to meet her husband my Uncle Jimmy who had died aged 32 with an asthma attack, and also to finally be with her boy, to keep him warm and safe with her again. The funeral was last Thursday. Now comes the part that has made me write this as it has played and replayed in my mind for a week. Janet, Aunt Nans youngest girl who I had not seen for years, but who always was close with me as she had been only seven when Donald died, had her son with her. I had not seen him since he was about 12 months old. But from the moment I spotted this child my stomache was in turmoil. He is 10 years old, and it was like looking at Donald all over again....the sticky up hair...the translucent skin...everything. Before I had chance to even go over to Janet, this boy walked through the crowded room where the funeral tea was being held.....a beeline straight through everyone....to me. He looked up into my face and his face lit up....and he said....'oh hello....I haven't seen you for ages...I am so pleased to see you' This little boy who knew me not ,or I him, sat for the rest of the time pinned to my side.....and he talked of the tiddlers he catches....and asked if I thought he was tall for his age, that he liked to play cards (as me and Donald always did on Sunday nights) and that he had put a pack of cards in with Aunt Nan, his Granny. I was torn between pure shock and grief, but also felt a peace settle over me, and my Mother who was with me and not one for flights of fancy said ' I can't believe how that wee boy has singled you out like that' though she also remarked how like Donald he was. Later talking to Janet, I told her what had happened, I hadn't meant to as I didn't want to upset he, but her reply was......' My Mum always said that the day he was born, that Donald came back to her, as he is every inch how Donald was' I don't know how I feel about reincarnation, I am not fanciful or given to believing easily. But why did this little boy know me......how could he pick me out and be so comfortable with a stranger that he remained glued to my side, and when I left kissed and cuddled me and told me he had been so happy to see me again. I don't know what to think....I only know that I had to write this to clear my mind....as I am finding it hard to tell anyone incase they think I have lost my last marble......I just know writing this down was something I needed to do.......if for no other reason that to straighten my thoughts. But also to pay tribute to a big lady who I loved, and my wee man who I always felt was with me...so I raise a glass to Donald XXXXX

What a sad story. And so well written. My heart aches for your aunt and for you at such a young age struggling with such over whelming grief. Thank you for sharing your story with us , I have just gone upstairs to give my girls an extra hug and kiss xx