My grandmother, who I call Nanny, is very much like my mother and sister. She is incredibly in tune with the supernatural world. She's seen many spirits or ghosts and has a pretty strong connection to what we've always called her spirit guide. This is a story that she told me that still brings tears to my eyes and confirms my belief in ghosts.
My Nanny married my Poppy who moved to Canada from Italy when he was eighteen or nineteen. Most of his siblings - nine out of ten - moved here, but his parents and his aunt and uncles all stayed in Italy. They all get together during weddings but most of the time the ocean is in the way.
Now one night my Nanny had a dream. In the dream a little boy, maybe five or six, came to her bedside. He reached out and put a few lire bills on her bedside table. Lire was the Italian currency before euros. The boy looked at my Nanny and said,
"My nonna gave this money to me to by ice cream in heaven, like we used to do together. Please give it back to her because I can't use it over here."
My Nanny said, "Who's your grandmother?" The little boy replied with the name of my Poppy's zia (aunt in Italian) on his mother's side. My Nanny promised to tell her.
In the morning there was no lire on the table, but my Nanny remembered her dream. At the next wedding my Nanny found zia. She said, "Your grandson wants me to tell you thank you, but he can't use the lire where he is." Zia burst into tears.
"How could you know about that?" she asked. "At the funeral I slipped some money into his hand so he could buy ice cream like we did on the weekends. I never told anyone, not even my husband." My Nanny told her about her dream and zia thanked her for telling her about it.
After this story I don't need any more proof. How else could secret knowledge leap across an ocean and become a dream?
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