ABOUTA time when my friend asked me and our second friend to go to the local cemetery and put flowers for her on her father's grave, because she was in Kansas City in a state of Fr. We were here in Garden City, Fr. After raising the flowers, we went to the cemetery. I took my 3 -year -old daughter with me and did not explain to her what the cemetery was because it was not necessary. After some time, trying to find the grave of my father, we stopped on the grave with the inscription “Baby Girl Smith 1987”. I told my friend: “Oh, look.” We just stood there, wondering what happened and not talking. Suddenly my daughter says very much the question: “The child died there.” My friend and I was pale and said: “What?” She just repeated herself. “The child died there.” It was so strange. We wanted to learn more, but asking for 3 years for details is a bit complex. I asked her if she saw a child and she said yes, but with her face expression outside her years. The appearance was like a knowing, wise expression, like that, sometimes such things happen.
About 2 years later we moved to Tuls, OK. The right to hit in the middle of Tuls is a cemetery there. One day driving down the street, right next to the cemetery, for some reason I looked at the cemetery and noticed that no person was at the cemetery visiting Graves. Not 2 seconds after I thought, my daughter, who was in her car seat in the back seat, said: “Look at all children playing there!” I looked in the rear mirror and she looked at the cemetery! In case I looked at it all my back, I looked at her and definitely looked at the cemetery. I looked at the cemetery again to make sure I didn't see anyone. I asked my daughter: “Do you see children there?” She said, “Yes, a lot of them!”
Now he goes for 9 years and does not see such things, but I certainly thought it was amazing.
