BY DIDI
This is something my grandfather told us sometime in 1980. We were living in Kandy, Sri Lanka in my grandparents' house. My grandfather was very ill and was in and out of hospital for about a month and we were sure he was not going to make it through.
His bed used to face a window that opened out into the garden. On this particular evening he was lying in bed, ill and in pain, when he said he saw someone standing at the window, shrouded in a long robe with a hood. He said he could see no face, but the figure nodded to him, as if calling him to come. My grandfather then shook his head, "No, not yet..." and he says the figure disappeared.
Within a day or so, my grandfather recovered. It was then that he related this story to us. He also insisted that when he dies, his body should be covered from head to foot with a while cloth (representing the shroud that the figure wore).
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