Around ten years ago, my aunt gave birth to a beautiful little girl. They called her Sarah. She was a brilliant little girl. She wasn’t like any other child I’ve known. When she was two, instead of playing with dolls and prams, she liked to run around catching spiders in the garden and other creepy crawlies. She loved nature, especially spiders. When Sarah was three years old, she was diagnosed with leukaemia. This absolutely devastated my family, as you can imagine. Sarah went through chemotherapy and other treatments but her little body just couldn’t fight against the cancer and she lost her fight against it just before her fifth birthday.
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It started off as one feather every few days, then it increased to maybe a feather a day until my aunt started finding feathers all over the house every single day in every single room. This have my aunt great comfort, just knowing that it must be her beautiful girl sending her love from heaven.
My aunt kept Sarah’s room exactly how it was when Sarah passed away. Like a sort of shrine to her lost daughter. After a few years she decided they wanted to move, so they began the painful process of emptying Sarah’s room. They kept all of her toys and kept them in boxes in the attic in their new home. They lived in the house a few weeks and never found any other feathers. This depressed my aunt so much as she loved the thought of knowing that Sarah was looking over her.
After about two months in the new house my aunt heard a commotion in the attic in the middle of the night. She justified it to herself as an animal who had managed to get in somehow and was rummaging around, no big deal. She settled in and went back to sleep. The next morning she almost forgot about the commotion the previous night, then it started again. My aunt decided to go up to the attic and have a look, maybe see if she could find out what was making all the
This impacted my family in a massive way, a lot of my family members have never really gotten over it …show more content…
It started off as one feather every few days, then it increased to maybe a feather a day until my aunt started finding feathers all over the house every single day in every single room. This have my aunt great comfort, just knowing that it must be her beautiful girl sending her love from heaven.
My aunt kept Sarah’s room exactly how it was when Sarah passed away. Like a sort of shrine to her lost daughter. After a few years she decided they wanted to move, so they began the painful process of emptying Sarah’s room. They kept all of her toys and kept them in boxes in the attic in their new home. They lived in the house a few weeks and never found any other feathers. This depressed my aunt so much as she loved the thought of knowing that Sarah was looking over her.
After about two months in the new house my aunt heard a commotion in the attic in the middle of the night. She justified it to herself as an animal who had managed to get in somehow and was rummaging around, no big deal. She settled in and went back to sleep. The next morning she almost forgot about the commotion the previous night, then it started again. My aunt decided to go up to the attic and have a look, maybe see if she could find out what was making all the