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Actually seeing the guardian angels who come to bring advice or warnings is much less common than hearing them or sensing their presence. It uses a lot of energy for a spirit to take on human form and it’s not usually necessary. Since my mother died, I’ve only seen her a couple of times.

On one occasion my daughter Tanya was very ill after suffering a huge allergic reaction to ibuprofen. Her heart actually failed, she was rushed in to hospital and I was told it was touch and go whether she would make it through the night. As I paced up and down in the patients’ lounge, blaming myself, as parents do, wondering whether I could have done anything differently, suddenly I saw my mother’s face in a little oval cameo. Her hair was very dark, as it was when she was younger, and she was wearing blue, her favourite colour, and I knew she had come to let me know things would be all right. Sure enough, Tanya survived the night and didn’t suffer any ill effects from her experience, although she has to wear a warning bracelet at all times now.

A lady called June told me about her own experience of seeing her husband, who had died the year before.

Life was very, very tough for me. I had four young children, very little money, and my husband had just dropped dead from a heart attack at the age of only forty, without any life insurance. I was crawling through the days under a blanket of depression, just existing rather than living. And then one day I walked into the sitting room and there was my husband, sitting in his usual chair, with his legs crossed, smiling at me.

I think my knees gave way beneath me I was so shocked, and I sank down onto the sofa. I stared at him open-mouthed for a while. He obviously wasn’t solid flesh and bone like a living human being, but he was clear enough, with a kind of glow about him.

‘Richard?’ I asked tentatively, tears coming to my eyes.

‘It’s time you got your act together,’ he said, looking straight at me.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You need to start living again. I will do everything I can to help you.’

And then he disappeared, leaving me absolutely stunned. I had no doubt it was him, but I thought I would never be able to tell anyone or they’d lock me up in the loony bin or try to put me on happy pills. I kept thinking about what he had said, and wondering how he would be able to help me. My problems were very real and of this world.

A few weeks later, I had some bills to pay and no idea how I was going to pay them. I walked into the sitting room and suddenly heard my husband’s voice saying, ‘Green folder, top shelf.’ I went straight up to the bedroom, looked in the green folder on the top shelf and found a building society book for an account I hadn’t known about with easily enough money to cover the bills in it. That was a fantastic gift.

From then on, I kept hearing Richard’s voice at the oddest times, often cracking little jokes. He’d always been able to make me laugh, and now he was making me laugh again after his death. He’s a very witty man.

A friend of his, John, used to visit every week to see if I needed help with any odd jobs. He was a lovely person and we enjoyed talking about Richard together and reminding each other of things he had said and done. One day, four years after Richard had died, I heard his voice in my head saying, ‘You should marry John.’

‘I can’t!’ I cried out loud. ‘I miss you too much.’

‘It’s time to move on,’ he said.

Next time John came round, I looked at him with different eyes and realised that I could be attracted to him if I just let myself. I also got the feeling that he might possibly be attracted to me. To cut a long story short, a year later we were married, as Richard had suggested. He doesn’t come to visit me so much any more now, but I know he is always there, looking out for me and for our children.