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My mother always told me that she didn’t want me to see her body after she had died. She wanted me to remember her alive and vibrant so when the doctor asked if I wanted to say one last goodbye I said no.

A day before the funeral my aunt and uncle asked the same question and once again I said no. They pressured me, saying that even though she had lost a lot of weight she looked peaceful, but I remembered what my mum had told me. I was pressured again by my husband who told me that seeing my mum would be a healing process, but I had made my mind up. Everyone said I would regret my decision one day.

About an hour before the funeral I went to my bedroom to gather my thoughts. Tears welled up in my eyes. I thought of my mother lying cold and motionless in her coffin. Perhaps I should have given her one last kiss? Perhaps everyone was right and I needed the closure?

At that moment I felt a refreshing breeze on my face. The breeze was so strong it wiped some of my tears away. My bedroom door was closed and there were no windows open. I knew it was my mother.

During the funeral I focused on the happy times mum and I had shared and as I said my last goodbyes I felt invisible lips kiss my cheeks on both sides. I closed my eyes and saw an image of my mum smiling and dancing, just as she wanted me to remember her. I knew then that I had made the right decision. From then on, whenever I thought of her she would always be dancing and smilingby my side.

There are many ways for our loved ones to come to us, to affirm that they are still living in spirit. Invisible kisses and puffs of air are often reported, as are scents. The strong smell of chocolate is a common theme. Flower scents are also frequently reported, in particular strong-smelling ones like gardenias, roses and lavender. This is Margaret’s moving story.