One Last Performance
My mom passed when I was seven. Flash forward to middle school, when I was attending a music clinic at my mom’s old high school. As my class was waiting around to perform onstage, we were just chatting away as a group.
Suddenly, I looked over and saw a woman who looked identical to my mom standing at the back of the room. This woman had the same red hair, glasses, height—everything—as my mom.
A few times I even caught her looking at me and smiling. I turned away to tell some friends about what I had seen, but by the time I looked back, the woman was gone. Sadly, I didn’t see her again after that. It was super eerie, but also kinda comforting. Story credit: Reddit / (AlexaGxo)