Last year I was walking back from baby clinic with Amelia in her stroller and there was an old woman being helped out a car by her daughter, I stopped to let them walk across the path in front of me from the car to the old lady's gate. As they got to the gate the old lady stopped and turned to me. She asked about Amelia, usual stuff, name, age, is she good, etc. I'd moved nearer to them because her voice was so quiet. She reached over and put her hand on top of my mind on the stroller and told me "Make sure you look after her, she's the most precious thing you'll ever have" then her daughter carried on helping her up the path to the house.
A couple of weeks later I was walking home and I saw the lady's daughter outside the old lady's house. She stopped at the gate and waited for her to get nearer. She then told me that her mother had died that very night she'd spoken to me. She said that for an hour her mother had talked about when she was a young mum and how precious daughters were to their mothers. |