Your True Tales
March 2003 – Page 29

The Old Man
by Sharon

I was at the crematorium just after my boyfriend Steve died. I was putting a rose down on his plot. As you can imagine, I was very upset, I missed him so much. I also think that sometimes our emotions can play tricks on us, so I am not sure if I had imagined it or if this really happen. 

I was there kneeling by the plot crying so much, talking to him, telling him how much I missed him... when all of a sudden I looked round and there behind me was an old man. I do not know where he appeared from as it was early morning and the crematorium was empty when I got there. He smiled at me and said to me, "Do not worry and be upset. He is okay and you will in time learn to deal with the loss of your loved one. He knows you loved him very much. it will get easier."

I looked at him, smiled and said thank you. I looked back at the plot and then behind me to look at the old man... and he was gone. At the time, I was to upset to think anything of it and thought he must have gone through the entrance. But when I left, I began to wonder where the old man had gone, as the entrance was quite a walk from where I was and he would have still been in sight when I looked up. I wonder if I had been crying for longer and didn't see him walk out the gate. 

But still today I think about it: Can a ghost come in a human form and look human and visible? Maybe he was a spirit helping me come to terms with my grief. Or was I such an emotional wreck that I did not even notice him? I suppose I will never know.

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