Ok, this is a strange tale and no, its not fiction either..this is a small piece about my sideboard, pictured above and some pretty strange “coincidences” associated with it…so we`ll go “off track” a bit into an even stranger world.
This sideboard belonged originally to my favourite Aunty Iris who sadly for all of us, passed over in March 2003. Her Last Will itself was a thing of beauty, meticulous and extremely detailed and in this will she specified that I was to receive this sideboard from her, along with some other bits and pieces. I have to say here that everyone, and I mean everyone, who met my Aunt, loved her to bits and to me she was simply my “other mum”….our family misses this lady more than words can say. This sideboard was one of a pair Iris had in her home, the main sideboard went to my big sis, quite rightly, as she had the space and ability to give it a very comfortable home, which she has indeed. Her sideboard is a serious bit of kit and it would stand up to being displayed in a stately home as far as I`m concerned!!! The sideboard above, now mine, I remember standing on and crawling around inside when I was a little`un. All of us, as youngsters, could quite happily play with this piece quite merrily, however, the main sideboard was a seriously “off-limits” bit of kit which we all probably regarded with awe as it is a seriously imposing piece. So my sideboard took a bit of punishment and suffered quite a bit and there was a part missing off it and the handles were missing and it was a bit scratched…well you get the idea…But it is still a lovely lovely piece of furniture and I love everything about it! Thank You Iris.
Are we going anywhere with this? Nothing weird about being left an item of furniture with great sentimental value is there? Bear with me here…. In March, 2002, my son, James, passed over. In Dec. of that year we consulted with a spiritual medium to help us all basically. So a man we did`nt know came round to my home and with all of the immediate family present told us alot of things which gave me great hope and a new found faith in a God I previously did`nt know. This man is not on any kind of “circuit” and appeared to have no agenda, not even payment, just a wish to help..he was recommended to me by a lady on the web who had seen him and knew he lived in the same city as I did. The important part: during this reading, the man described James` passing(very accurately I might add) but then became confused and asked me a really strange question…”did James like motorbikes?” To which I sputtered I did`nt really know but then thought most youngsters like motorbikes! He became quite confused at this point as he said with conviction that “no, there was a fatal motorbike accident”…..and yet he had just described James` passing to us all with quite a degree of accuracy. So he simply ended that bit with the remark, “must be a crossed line here I think, someone else must be trying to get through…” And with that he moved on to other things.
We`re getting there, have faith!! Fast forward a month, Jan, 2003, freezing cold morning and my wonderful cousin Andy picked me up for a trip out with him. Andy has become a master of finding and charting our families geneological tree and had been consulting with Aunty Iris the previous few days. It turned out she had told him a most amazing thing and this he passed on to me that morning and it has changed everything for me. My Aunty lived in a house in the 1920`s with relatives of ours. They lived approx. 300 yards from where I`m sitting now, they had a son in that house, his name was James Quick, he was 18 years old and he died in a motorbike accident on a crossroads that still exists about half a mile away. He was riding motorbikes as they were a very new thing and he must have really fancied them!!! We are directly related.
So, whats with the sideboard story? Heres the kicker, my cousin Andy just literally found out where it came from. His Dad is now the only one of his generation left and told him that the sideboard I now own came from the house only 300 yards away…it was given to my Aunty Iris when she set up her own home by the relatives she was living with in the 20`s…….
Amazing? I think so. All just coincidence? You think? I don`t and now know there is a world apart from this, “Heaven” for want of a better term, a better place….just to end this, when my blessed Aunty passed over my daughter and I two days after her passing went to our local spiritualist church, a place we had come to visit infrequently but sometimes just needed to, and in front of the church goers there were told that “she`s alright now, don`t worry, she had a massive heart attack but she`s alright now” and..”stop crying( cos we were!!!) she`ll see you at the funeral”! So there you go! Bless them all and bless especially another James Quick from long ago who played a big part in showing me another world and Bless especially my son James Quick, for he is with the Best of Company now…..”its just a little time”.