From Janice:

About seven years ago I became friends with a wonderful woman named Lita. Her mother Agnes, a lovely, vivacious woman, lived with her daughter Lita. As I was often at their house, Agnes would always tease me by saying "I knew Janice was here because I could smell the coffee!"

When Agnes died suddenly from heart failure we were all deeply saddened. She had meant a lot to all of us. After the services Lita carefully placed the urn which held Agnes' ashes on top of the purple medieval hat my husband had made for her the Christmas before.

Since Agnes' passing we have all felt her presence at times at Lita's house. It is never threatening or malevolent, only loving, and warm as Agnes' always was.

Several years passed and it came upon Lita and her husbands 25th anniversary. I made two faerie figurines to decorate her cake out of fimo (a polymer clay). When I had completed the two figurines I discovered that I had inadvertently made one look like her older daughter Sabra, and one look like her younger daughter Ellie. Lita was so impressed she wanted me to make faerie figurines to represent everyone in our little clan of friends and family.

Lita's younger daughter Ellie is well grounded and focused, a down to earth sort of person. Sabra on the other hand has a wild streak she likes living fast, driving fast, receiving 6 tickets and being in two accidents in less than a year. Her license was even suspended at one point.

One day a few moths ago my friend Lita returned home to find the small figurine that looked like her daughter Sabra smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor. No one had been home, they have no pets, and the figurine had been placed well back on the shelf. There had been no earthquake, and no other item was disturbed or broken.

Lita had a horrible feeling of foreboding, as though her mother was trying to tell her something about Sabra. She began frantically calling all of Sabra's friends to try to locate her. Finally, much to her relief her daughter eventually arrived home unharmed. When Sabra found out about the figurine she too, felt a dark foreboding and knew it was Grandma Agnes' way of warning her, "slow down or you will die!"

Submitted by Janice Kimball