nicola

My sister recently died just before Christmas suffering from cancer for a year, I spent most of the last 5 months with her - she died in the early morning the day after my birthday when I was not with her as I was taking a much needed break while she was in a hospice having respite care - she was due to come back home but in the end went very very quickly much to everyone surprise. She lived in my mothers house and I had taken a sabbatical and moved in to nurse her,we were incredibly close. In the living room were some lights in the display cupboard all along one wall. During my sisters illness when things were very bad the lights stopped working I tried to get them to come on and they just would not work I and as things were very stressful did nothing more about it. Upon return to my mother's house after my sister's funeral the lights were all on. I asked the rest of the family who had managed to fix them but no-one had - they had just started working again. At the funeral some of my sisters colleagues came and brought with them letters from other colleagues along with photographs of my sister at various work events. One of which was a fancy dress party 70's themed. After the funeral I drove back to London and before leaving just grabbed a pair of sunglass - of which my sister had many many pairs, from the drawer in case the sun was very low in the sky and thus making driving difficult. Upon arrival at my own home I looked at the photographs then took the glasses out of my bag - they were exactly the same ones as in the photographs yet I had never seen either before. Also when I arrived home my husband had put some little night lites along the mantle piece - the kind that have a battery in them - about five of them. My sister had given them me at Christmas time about three years ago and after that Christmas I had put them away and had never seen them again. When I asked my husband where he had found them he said he had been switching a radiator on when he arrived home (he had left my mother's house prior to me) nearly knocked off an urn and had just caught it in time before it fell and heard something rattling in it - when he looked inside he saw these night lites and so thought he would put them out just to brighten the place up. Then later in the evening the front door bell rang - it was one of my neighbours who had received a letter addressed to them in error so they were just dropping it off - it was a letter from my sister's pension company saying I was sole beneficiary to her pension. The neighbour had received the letter earlier in the week but it had taken him a day to find out who I was - had it been addressed corecetly it would have arrived prior to the day of the funeral. While I do not believe in the after life I do find all these coincidences on the day of the funeral very odd in a very pleasant and positive way.