Hey Sis, I Love You
Jen, CA, USA
Hello everyone. My name is Jen, from the sunny state of California. My story is not gory, provocative or even necessarily scary; however it remains an unsolved mystery.
If you are a skeptic, I am wondering why you would even be on this site......but if you are reading my story I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't e-mail me with reasons why my story is not feasible.
I am telling this story for the first time to have your opinion on why you think this happened to me.
My family as of today consists of myself, my mother, my father, my brother, and my two cats. Sadly, a wonderful part of our family was torn away from us when she was only six months old. My sister was born Jillian, and I'm sure we would have called her Jill. I have never seen or even been able to imagine her, as she died almost a year before I was born of SIDS, or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
Since I had no need really to remember her or think about her, I just acknowledged her memory when we went to visit her in the cemetery. Once I hit the age of twelve however, I started to wonder. I started to see things.
Sis was born in April, and in April of 2000 I sat and really thought about her. What did she look like? What kind of music would she have liked? Would she have loved me as much as I would have loved her? It was one cloudy day in April that I saw it. I was sitting in my kitchen, watching a program on the television. Through the door to my left was a cabinet with a glass door, about my height. It was late, and I turned off the TV. I turned my head to face the cabinet through the door, and I gasped. I saw a face in the glass that did not belong to me, but it did not scare me. The face was smiling. I stared on in disbelief at the young woman in the glass - she had blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion. She waved gently, and disappeared.
I like to think that it was my sis, my Jill, waving to me and letting me know that of course she would love me as much as I loved her. Is it a sisters' bond, or just coincidence that no one else in my family has ever seen anything? I don't know. I probably never will.
She still visits me in my dreams, with the same face as the reflection in the glass. I love her and miss her so much, but is it that my family doesn't love her or do I love her the most? My friends don't seem to understand the pain I have, its like something's empty without her. They just tell me to get over it. Maybe someday I will, maybe I wont.
Thanks for reading, and I give you my biggest hopes that all your loved ones are still with you, in memory or in body.