It happened more than 60 years ago.

A frail, pale, and bedridden woman named Magdalena was suffering with tuberculosis. Breathing was very labored.

An only child cared for her. A 19-year old beautiful girl named Pilar.

One day, Magdalena said, “Pilar, I want to go to Pacita. Today!” She was talking about her sister. Both were very close to each other. Tragically, like her sister, Pacita was also sick and bedridden for many years.

Pilar said, “Mama, what are you talking about? You’re bedridden! How can we go all the way to Auntie Pacita? She lives in San Juan.” And because it was the Japanese war, there were very few vehicles on the street. So bringing a bedridden woman to another city was almost impossible.

But the old woman was adamant. “My sister Pacita is calling me. I need to go to her now!”

But her daughter put her foot down. “Mama, we can’t leave the house!” In Pilar’s mind, she thought her mother was hallucinating.

But the very next day, it happened: Magdalena finally took her last labored breath. Her daughter Pilar was devastated. But as it was wartime, there were no proper wakes or funerals possible. She had to act fast. On that same day, Pilar placed her mother’s body in a cheap wooden coffin. She pushed the coffin in a wheeled “cariton” all the way to the cemetery.

Late that afternoon, Pilar met a friend on the street.

“My condolences, Pilar,” the friend said, “your Auntie Pacita was a good woman.”

“Huh?” Pilar was confused. “I think you got it wrong. It was my mother who died today, not my Auntie Pacita. She’s still in San Juan…”

The friend was shocked. “What? Your mother died?”

“Yes, my mother Magdalena died early this morning,” Pilar said, “not Auntie Pacita.”

Her friend covered her mouth. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I just came from San Juan. Your Auntie Pacita died yesterday too….”

Pilar’s head was spinning. For a few moments, she couldn’t speak. Two sisters dying one day after another!

Finally, she was able to ask, “Did you say Auntie died yesterday?”

“Yes. Why?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “Yesterday, Mama was insisting she visit Auntie Pacita. Somehow, she knew that her sister was dying at that precise moment.”

The woman said, “This morning, did you know that Auntie Pacita’s body passed by right in front of your house on their way to the cemetery?”

“This morning?” Pilar asked.

It was almost like Pacita fetched her sister Magdalena.

To Heaven.

Sixty years later, my mother Pilar told me this amazing story.

I never saw my grandmother because I was born 22 years after her death.

It seemed as though the souls of Magdalena and Pacita were communicating prior to their deaths—and after.

Friends, do you believe in ghosts? I believe in souls.

Do you have true stories like these that speak about how there is life after death? That reality isn’t just the physical world we see?

Share it with us at the comments section below.

These stories will remind us that our life on planet Earth is short, and that we always need to be ready to go home with God—anytime.

By the way, I believe the best way to prepare is to strengthen your personal relationship with God.

May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

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