That’s what I’d call those first few years of falling in love with words. Or a performance poet's mind-blowing capacity to tell a story or deliver a message in such a delicate but wild way. I would always be impressed by the ability of lyrics to speak directly into my soul. Tucked between an eight bar and some piano chords, dancing past the lips of great musicians and performance poets. But this love of words on a page actually came second to my love of what words became once they found lips. Fifteen and in love with Robert Muchamore's “Cherub” series, Paulo Coelho, The Book of Proverbs, Malorie Blackman's "Noughts & Crosses,” and anything written by Rumi. Pages wrapped themselves around me quicker than I cared to consider, and I became one of those lucky children who found a passion that pleased their parents (until I had to have some awkward post-graduation conversations). A pen was strapped between my basketball-bent middle finger and piano thumb, and offered as a trade in place of my destiny. We simply go home.Around halfway through my teenage years, poetry liberated my parents from four long years of terror. "I've seen and sensed Tara various times since and am always so grateful to have this ability. Spirits do like to give you some kind of evidence so you don't wake in the morning and write it off as a dream. "I know that Tara chose to appear like that so Mum knew I wasn't making it up - and Tara would have known that I wouldn't doubt what I saw. My mother listened with interest, then told me that she had chosen to bury Tara in a baby pink T-shirt. She explained: "The following morning I called my mother to tell her, knowing it would give her comfort. "Eventually, she faded, but as I fell asleep, I was left with her wonderful energy, which stayed with me for the following few days, and a profound feeling of gratitude."Īnd, Santa revealed she knows the visitation was real as Tara was buried in a baby pink T-shirt, which only her mother was aware of. "I never got to say goodbye to her when she died, because her death was unexpected, so I felt I was being given a chance to tell her, without words, that I loved her and missed her. I felt a deep and expanding love in my chest, and immense joy at finally being reunited. "I didn't try to speak to her - I didn't want to slip out of range, which can happen if I get excited, a bit like a radio dial moving off the mark - I just enjoyed her presence. My husband, sleeping by my side, was unaware of the amazing visitation. She hated anything to do with ghosts when she was alive, and hated me talking about them, so she was probably finding it funny that she had come to me as a spirit. "Wearing a baby pink T-shirt, she looked like she was 18 again - glossy, happy, radiating love and excitement. "Then, six months after her death, I was stirred from sleep by someone sitting by my bed. ![]() I lamented the fact that, now I'm older and my life is busier, my paranormal experiences are rare. ![]() "I had gone to bed every night hoping that she would visit me, but nothing happened for months. ![]() I didn't know what a profound gift it is to be able to see those who have died until I saw her. Writing in the Daily Mail newspaper, Santa explained: "Perhaps most wonderfully, I once saw my sister, Tara Palmer-Tomkinson, who passed away in 2017. The 45-year-old socialite died in her sleep at her London home in 2017 due to a perforated ulcer and peritonitis and her heartbroken older sister Santa Montefiore, 53, has revealed that Tara appeared on her bed, six months after her death. Tara Palmer-Tomkinson's spirit paid a visit to her sister, six months after she died. Six months after her death, Tara Palmer -Tomkinson's spirit visited her sister
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