When I was nine years old, I saw something that I should never have. I watched my twin brother get hit by a car and later die. I knew he wasn't going to make it after the accident, though he was on life support, and couldn't talk or anything, he told me he wasn't going to make it. It was the twin connection we have. Yes we still have it though he's been gone 18 years.
A few weeks after he died, he came to visit me, he liked to sit on my feet to wake me. When I opened my eyes, that particular night, I saw him and it looked like he just smiled at me. He's spoken to me more than once. On this night he told me not to be sad because he was in a better place. I couldn't help but to cry.
When my daughter was born in 1999, he came to see her and me the same night. She's now six and has told me that she has seen her uncle. The night that he came to see the both of us, she was four months old. It was the middle of the night, and like most people I was asleep. The phone rang, so I answered it. On the other end I heard a very faint voice calling me. He said "Sissy, is that you?" I said "Little Wayne?" He said "Yes, it's me, I miss you, I love you, tell everyone I said hi and I love and miss them, and my niece is beautiful, just like you" Needless to say, I had the phone in hand when he left, and I started to cry.
Every once in a while nowadays, I'll see him. Usually on our birthday or the anniversary of his death. Sometimes he comes to see me just because he wants to say hi. He always calls me "Sissy" instead of my name. He always did that in life and even now in death.
This year was the eighteenth anniversary of his death, and surprisingly I made it through ok. He came to see me that night and told me he was proud of me because I didn't shed a tear like I normally do on that day.