By NICOLA HORLICK FOR THE DAILY MAIL
A couple of months after the death of my eldest daughter Georgie aged 12, a psychic promised that the child I had lost would visit me. I remember my perplexity.
What did she mean? Would Georgie appear as an apparition, a fleeting glimpse, as if in a dream?
It was only a couple of weeks before I found out. Georgie came back to me, not as a ghost, but as a palpable presence, as real and tangible as the child I had lost.
My bedroom door flew open at 2am and there she was, beaming. A vision of health in white satin trousers and cotton shirt. Her strawberry blonde hair had grown below her shoulders; the puffiness caused by the steroid drugs prescribed to treat her illness had gone…
