escargot
Disciple of Marduk
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One of my kids had an imaginary friend he only ever saw in the graveyard we walked through every day as a shortcut to his primary school. I think he must have been around 5 or 6. I forget her name now, but it was a little girl. And one day I asked him what she looked like. "She's in a wheelchair" he said. FFS. We'd pass the little area of kiddie graves every day, as it was right by the path...
ETA: Not strictly relevant, but a year or two later, a new gravestone appeared. I recognised the names on it - an entire family of 5 kids who'd died in a house fire (accident) in our area - had been all over local news. I'd been waiting a while for my second son to get a place at a special school. Places were like gold dust and not likely to come up for some time... (He was preschool age). One of the children in the house fire had a disability and it turned out she went to the school we were hoping to get Son 2 into. Her death meant - he got a place at that school. Grim as feck. I try not to think about it. Never connected one thing with the other and I have no idea what her disability was - probably not in a wheelchair - just a coincidence. I used to take son 2 with me on that school run, and for a brief time, he was walking past the grave of the child whose school place he 'inherited'.
Should add: Son 1 had the imaginary friend for some time but had stopped seeing her before this little girl died.
All I can say is