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  • The medium told me that there was a man watching over me. He was showing her a photo of him dressed in army uniform, leaning on a post and looking as if he was lost deep in thought. She felt he had always been a deep thinker, a man of few words but many thoughts. She could offer me no name but said that he was close to me when he was alive. I said I had no idea who she was talking about because none of that meant anything to me.

    A few days later, this photo arrived in the mail from my aunt in England. It shows my granddad Thomas Thomson, at Barry Budden army camp in Scotland. Neither my mother nor I had ever seen this image before!

    I never knew my grandparents, on either side, nor many of my aunts and uncles to be honest. I was just a baby when most of them had passed on so, although they got to meet me, I was never aware of it. Until now. Now, I had finally 'met' one of my grandparents for the first time, as far as I was concerned and, apparently, he is watching over me. Why me, I don't know, but who am I to question such things? "Hi Granddad!"

    This was probably as close to being spooked as I have ever come, but in a good way.
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