Before she left us my mother told my sister that when she died and got safely to wherever she was going she’d arrange a thunder clap to say all was o.k. As a woman of her word the afternoon she died she duly obliged with an impressive rumble.
Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of my mother’s death.
At around the time of her passing thunder boomed over my sister’s house.
The clocks stopped.
The kettle started behaving oddly.
My sister’s new puppy stared in to the living room as if somebody – a stranger - was there.
Now if you believed in such things….