Your True Tales
October 2006 - Page 27
Woman at the Cemetery
by PMC
It was a beautiful summer day about an hour or two before sunset in August of 2003. I went to the cemetery to look for my aunt's grave and to pay respects, feeling guilty for not having gone since the funeral and wake nearly ten years before. To make matters more difficult, my grandmother had had a stroke several years earlier, and had been the only family member to know the location of her grave.
I was going on a very vague memory, and hoping for the best. Walking around the cemetery, I started to get really discouraged - it was much larger than I'd remembered, and all the graves looked similar - small plaques lying flat on the ground. As I walked through one part of the cemetery reading headstones, I looked up to see a small red car approaching. There was a woman driving, in her late 50s perhaps, with short blond hair. Though I don't remember the exact words she spoke to me through her open window at this point, she said something along the lines of, "Are you looking for someone?"
I remember not looking directly at her because my eyes were welled up with tears, and I just said, "Yes, I'm trying to find my aunt, but I can't remember where she is." The woman simply said in a very sincere and empathetic voice, "I really hope you find her." The car then continued on its way and I went back to searching. I walked around the cemetery for approximately 30 minutes more, and in that time I kept noticing that everywhere I went I could see the little red car in the distance, not close enough to see expressions or details, but close enough to clearly recognize the car, in a nearly empty cemetery.
It struck me as odd, this coincidence. At one point while searching an area of graves I looked toward the car to see if I could spot the woman. To my surprise, she seemed to be facing me - almost watching me! She was just standing on the side of the road amidst some graves, near her car, but she didn't seem to be looking down at all; she was clearly looking in my direction. I felt really surprised and almost embarrassed at having caught her staring at me (sure that it must have been another coincidence) and I glanced down at the ground... and to my utter amazement, I was standing directly in front of my aunt's grave. It was a miracle that I'd managed to find it.
Overcome with emotion, I dropped to my knees and cried, closing my eyes for a moment to say a prayer. When I opened my eyes, I looked over toward the woman - she'd been so friendly and concerned about me that I wanted to gesture to her that I'd found it, so she knew what luck I'd had... but the woman and her little red car were gone! My attention had only been diverted for about 30 seconds, and in order for her to have exited the cemetery she would have had to drive back past me. I was never able to come up with an explanation that made sense, and this experience continues to intrigue me to this day.
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