When my sister was little, she had an imaginary friend called Jackie. One Sunday, my great aunt was over and my sister came in, announced to the room that Jackie fell down the stair and died, and left. My great auntie calmly looked up and said “how did she know about that?” Apparently, my great auntie had a little brother called Jack (her mother, who died a little before my sister was born, called him Jackie) and when he was 7, he fell down the stairs, banged his head and died.
my mom told me that when I was in grade 1 my grandpa [her dad] used to visit me in my dreams and that I used to tell her about him when I saw him. I’d say things like “grandpa tickles me” but I was also able to describe his favourite hat and his old dog. One day in the car I said “grandpa’s happy because he doesn’t cough anymore.” my grandfather died of lung cancer when I was a month old. she had never told me what he died of
i don’t want to have kids…