How many of us walk or drive past flowers on a lamp post or pavement every day and often wonder who must have died there!

If I happen to be walking by such a place I sometimes stop and send a prayer out to the soul that passed over. On one occasion when I finished my prayer, I heard a voice call out “I’m here”

As I turned around I could see an amorphous glow next to me. Slowly as my psychic abilities focused into this form it became clear that it was a little girl of about 6-7 years old with big blue eyes, ginger hair just below the shoulder and had freckles on her nose.

She was a loquacious little girl and informed me that her name was Jade. She said her mother Pam was thinking of her. I asked her if she knew where she was, to which she replied that she was with her great grandmother by the name of Ann who looks after her and some friends.

I asked, “What happened to you?”

Jade informed me that she was in her daddies red car, sitting behind him. I could see her talking to her father and she was not wearing her seat belt. An oncoming car hit the side of her father's car, on impact she was killed instantly and her face was cut very badly due to flying glass. She was thrown out due to the door opening on her side hence causing her to pass over to the other side.

“A man came out and tried to help my daddy and a Fire engine came” she said.

Jade’s father, Terry, survived the accident. She said she was watching the people when they took her to Hospital, but it was inevitably futile.

These inane events did not seem to bother her and she proceeded to inform me that she had a cat called ‘Kitty’, her favourite dollies were Cindy and Kate (a cloth doll) and had received a dolls house and a bicycle with ribbons hanging from each handle bar at Christmas. Her favourite food was “besketi” (spaghetti). She said she use to dance to music on TV and liked pop music. She felt she was an aspiring dancer.

“Is my uncle Roy here? She asked me. She was referring to her mother's brother who use to play games with her and made her laugh. She informed me that her 11 year old sister, Elli liked painting.

“I want to go and play with my friends now” she said and promptly skipped into the distance and faded away.

My guide informed me that the incident occurred October 2005. The man who caused the accident has since killed himself driving too fast in a sports car.

I blessed the little girl and started to leave when a nebulous form was by my side.

I heard someone say “I don’t have problem with my feet anymore”

I asked who it was, and gradually an old Asian man wearing a white flat cap showed himself to me. He told me he was run over 5-6 years ago by someone who was never caught. It was a hit and run incident.

“Tell the Police that he was a drunk driver” he said.

He was redolent of his 2 sons, and how he took them to the fun fair when they were young. He started to cry because he was not able to be there to see his grandchildren.

On that fatal day , his son had heard the noise and run out of the house but the driver sped away. He said he passed over one week later from his injuries.

He told me his son Mo is a Solicitor and Terik works with computers and he is very proud of them. He then left, as if he was relieved that he voiced the iniquitous manner of his passing over.

I started to walk away when I heard “Once you're dead, you're dead”

"Who is it?" I asked.

“ My name is Henry” he said. "I was very religious and never believed that there was anything more. I was a regular Church goer and would pop into a Church and light a candle”.

"What happened to you?" I asked

He told me it was 4 years ago; he was returning from shopping with his neighbour friend Anjid. His wife Joyce, was waiting at home for him. He was hit by a white van while crossing the road in January, just after the Christmas holidays. It was his fault as he was not taking care where he was going. The van driver did stop, but was not blamed, as witnesses confirmed that he could not have stopped in time.

He was agitated because, he could not find his ex-serviceman’s ring with a dark blue stone which must have slipped off at the accident scene. It had sentimental value to him and he wanted his family to have had it.

When he was taken to Hospital he was clinically dead and was on life support for 3 days before it was switched off. To me he looked approximately 5’8 or 9” tall, around 70 years old, balding with grey hair, a little bit long at the sides.

He said he was a draughtsman by trade and his friend worked on the trains. He had 2 boys and 2 girls. His third child, (daughter) passed over after a car accident up North in Durham. She was on her way to Carlisle with a partner. He told me that one of his sons is a Medical Doctor.

Henry and his wife were planning to go to Dorset to see the grand children. His wife has since moved south. He informed me that his grandchildren make sure each year the flowers on the pole are looked after, on the anniversary of his passing.

I asked him what he enjoyed in life to which he replied

Model train sets, building ships, Hornby steam engines
Loved reading books, he would sit in the garden and read for hours.
Football, he supported Watford and his wife liked MU.
Loved Art and the Renaissance period
Loved Tommy Cooper
Sometimes he was taken with other enthusiasts to see Concorde take off and land.
Loved smoking his favourite cigars, which he kept in his bureau.
Wanted to retire and live his final years in France

If we had an idea that it was going to be our last day on earth, what would any of us do? Henry “wanted to have a go on roller skates” and “would have liked one more puff of my cigar as a farewell”

What would you do?