This story took place in the early summer of the start of the year 2000. I was going through an emotional time to say the very least. It was less than two weeks since Id buried my mother and just over a week since Id celebrated my birthday. After two weeks of unpaid leave, I was heading back to my then work in Hamilton Scotland.
As I normally did on a Monday morning, I Parked my car at the top of the High street next to the large gas storage tanks. I then proceeded to walk down the short side road which led to the main street of Hamilton town centre. I was running a little late that morning. About half way along this side street, I noticed an old lady standing at the corner next to the metal fences that surrounded the gas tanks. I had not noticed her before but she seemed to have come from nowhere. I suddenly realized she was waiting for me, and wanted to speak to me. As I got to her she said good morning, and very quickly, to my shock started to talk to me about the sudden loss of a loved one. Why anyone would bring this up on a Monday morning, and spookily read my mind on the fact of my distress at the loss of my mum, really caught me off my guard. The one thing I always remember about this lady was her eyes, very blue and strangely not quite right. They were very beautiful and were far too young for this elderly face.
As I was running late, I tried to hurry the conversation and very politely said my goodbyes. It was only a few seconds as I crossed the empty road and turned back to find the old lady had vanished into thin air. There was no where she could have gone, even if she had run away, the high metal fences made sure of that.
Who or what was the old lady?
I will always wonder about it.