I once told the story of a little boy ghost that appeared in my upstairs bedroom. I told him his Mummy lived in the new house nextdoor and if he wanted to see her, he had to go there. I also told him he was dead and he should go to the light.
Last night his Mummy died from the result of a stroke. I sincerely hope that now the little boy is reunited with both his Mother and his Father, and now they are all at peace. Bless them all.