Best Friends Beyond the Grave

Best Friends Beyond the Grave

I had (and maybe still do) a best friend for 40 yrs. Sarah* and I met when I was eight years old. We didn't see each other very much the last 25 yrs. Before her death in 1998, nevertheless, we communicated either weekly or biweekly by phone. She lived in Massachusetts, and I live in Ohio.

In December of 1998 I was a little late getting greeting cards out, so when a few people didn't reply to them I wasn't suprised. When I hadn't heard from Sarah, I was somewhat alarmed. A footnote: when Sarah & I were young, and someone, usually old, would die, we made up our little story about a death train coming at night to take the soul away to heaven or wherever.

I called her and got no answer. Several times....still...no answer. Now, let me tell you, I never read the Obituaries, however, this one day I did....and...bigger than life was her name staring right back at me. I was beside myself, to say the least. Finally the person she lived with answered the phone, and proceeded to tell me what had happened. Essentially, she died at a young age of old age. That night I went to work. It was my break time so I went out to have a cigarette. The night was cold, dark and lonely. In the distant I could faintly hear a train whistle. You guessed it! and that thought hasn't left me yet.

You know, when you loose a parent you are almost ready to accept it, but when a friend dies it messes up the whole order of things. They say "The old must die, The young might." Over the last two years you can't imagine how many times I cried because I just wanted to talk to her.

Last October 2000. It was October 27th, I was watching something on TV about hauntings. when a commercial came on I said aloud "Sarah, we always had an understanding that if one of us died before the other, the one that died would somehow let the surviving friend know if there were an afterlife. If there is, why aren't you coming back to me? (Now when I said this, my husband was in the nest room asleep, and I prayed he didn't hear me.) Well, the next morning I told him about it anyway. He just smiled.

About 10 a.m. that morning, for absolutely no reason, my relatively new microwave blew up. My husband went to the store, (Target) to get a new one. When he brought it in he asked me to open up the box 'cause he was to busy trying to make his "famous" chicken soup. So I proceeded to do just that. Before I began, I saw what appeared to be a card sticking out of the top of it. I figured it was a returned shower gift or wedding gift. I was right. BUT, the front of the card was addressed to "SARAH." Before I could say anything, my husband said, "That seems to be more than a coincidence." I agreed. This was Saturday.

On Sunday, the 29th, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV again, when my thoughts ONCE again turned to thoughts of Sarah. I fact I couldn't sleep very much that night.

On Monday I had an interview and I really wanted to cancel it, but I didn't. The interview was near the Cemetery, where Sarah's mother is buried. Now, Sarah was cremated and to my knowledge, her ashes were never buried due to lack of funds. After the interview, for some reason, I felt compelled to visit her Mothers grave.

I stopped into the office to get the lot and section information, and when I came out and got back into my car I simply said "Sarah, if you're behind this I hope you know where she's buried, 'cause I sure don't." To make a long story a little shorter, I turned to the left then to the right and stopped my car. I got out of the car and couldn't find a grave with the name Grunne* on it, so when I saw these two men walking up the hill I asked them if they could help me and assured me they could. They asked me if that was my red car and I told them that it was and they said if I had gotten out on the passenger side that I would have stepped on it. Another coincidence? I think not. I started to turn around to thank these two nice men and ask them how did they know WHAT grave I was talking about anyway, and they were gone. Coincidence? NO. I began to brush off the grave and noticed the marker right next to it said JUSTUS spelled JUST like that, that was my maiden name, not Justice, but Justus. I started to shake a little and ran to my car. After I calmed down, I called the cemetery to tell them they had an efficient crew working that day, but she informed me that there was no one working at that time.

Do I believe now? Yes, Did Sarah answer me? Yes. She hasn't been back since. I remember when her Mother died, she couldn't attend, she had asked me to go for her. She was just to sick. So she never got to see her Mom buried. Now I feel I somehow, someway gave her piece of mind, She's with her now.

~ B.

* The names have been changed at the request of the person that submitted this story.

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