In the year 2000, my Grandmother passed away at the age of 90. She lived in her house alone, still drove a car and was very active.She had gone to visit her dying friend, and was holding her hand, when her friend died, and could not release her hand free. This caused a back injury, which caused her to fall and break her hip. She died shortly afterwards.
Her house was put up for sale, and for 2 years I kept it up and got it ready for the realtors to show it. I had gone over and over that house, cleaning, and making sure it was perfect. I had noticed the mice were starting to chew the backs of the drawers, so I kept Decon mouse poison in them. The night before it was to be shown again, I went in to get the poison out, and I opened one of the bathroom drawers. Instead of the poison, I found one of my Grandma's beatiful hand towels there, with her hair laying on top of it. It was about 8 inches long, and looked like it had been pulled out with some scalp till on the ends.
As long as I can remember Grandma saved hair from everyone and from every occasion. Her Bibles and books had little locks of hair through out the pages of them. I was'nt afraid at all, and took the towel and the hair home with me, trimmed all the dried stuff off the ends and divided it up between my sisters and I.
I know this was Grandma's way of a last good-bye, because the house was sold the next day. I will always hold a special place in my heart for this experience!