Some imaginary friends are not imaginary.
The following is one of the many, many anecdotes told to me by trustworthy individuals suggesting life after death.
And it so happens I have met both the individuals living “on this side” who were involved. (I have slightly changed the first names.)
Lara is a very nordic-looking Finlander of un certain âge whose son, Brad, is an engineer over in Denmark. He and I had several conversations at the local tavern when he came to the UP to visit his mother.
Anyway, here is the story from Lara:
“My first child was a boy, David, and he was born stillborn. The umbilical cord wrapped around his neck as he came out — and he strangled. He was a beautiful boy. The nurses showed him to me.
Years later, I had Brad. And when Brad was five, he was talking. like, into thin air. I asked him whom he was talking to.
And he said to me: ‘David. David is my brother who died.’
I had never told him before that moment that he had a brother who was stillborn, nor that his name had been David.”
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“I had a comrade”
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