I was eleven when my youngest brother was born. He was one of those “accident” kids, totally unplanned. Sometime around the time he was 3 or 4 he started complaining,when we put him to bed, about a man that he could see over the bedroom door frame. None of us could see the man but Robbie insisted he was there and that he was “looking at him”. We asked a few questions about the man but Robbie was too little to tell us much except that he was still there above us “looking at him”. We were trying not to make too much of it and I even reached up to touch the wall above the doorway. Finally we told Robbie if the man was just “looking at him” and not doing anything else he should just tell the man to go away. He must have done that because we did not hear any thing more about the man above the doorway. I always wondered if the man was one of his grandfathers who had passed away years before Robbie was ever born. I wouldn't say he was a ghost just a concerned relative who wanted to see the next generation.

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Another time I was sitting on the couch in the front of the house working on a sewing project. I realized that I needed the scissors but wanted to work a little more before I got up to get them. I thought about Robbie playing in the back of the house and was going to call him to bring the scissors to me. I remember thinking this several times but had not called out to him. As I raised my head from the sewing to call him I stared in astonishment because there, in front of me, was Robbie with the scissors in his hands. I asked, “ How did you know I needed those?” He smiled and said, “I just did” then trotted off to play again in the back of the house.

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I remember one night having a terrible dream that my niece Sara had died. I had never really liked the girl but was very upset in the dream that she had been killed, hurt somehow in an accident. I was upset that she was dead and that I had not liked her. I felt I had been unfair to her in not liking her. I woke up crying and felt someone's hand on my shoulder. The hand on my shoulder was what woke me up. When I opened my eyes I expected to see one of the kids in the room but instead saw a figure standing very close beside my bed that faded away a few seconds later as I became fully awake. I know that touch was what woke me and to this day do not know who it was but will always believe it was one of my spirits / guides watching over me.

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About a year ago my mother passed away. She had a rare form of cancer so we knew for some time that this was going to happen. I got a call one Friday morning saying that the nurses thought she needed us all to tell her it was OK to go. I left work at noon and made the 14-hour drive. When I arrived at 2:30 am she was wide awake and talking but not to any of us. Every time we tried to talk to her it was like we were interrupting her conversation with whoever was there. She would stop talking for a minute when we talked and listen, but would not answer us. It was like she was already on the other side only popping in and out of where and when we actually were. I could catch bits and pieces of the conversations, and it sounded from what she said to them, that they were trying to convince her to come with them.

I heard her tell them “there is nothing there” like there was no reason to go. Later when it was just her and I, I talked to her about a book that I had sent to her some time earlier by Sylvia Brown in which she talks about the other side and what you do when you get there. I remembered having similar conversations with her about that sort of thing in the past. I hoped that remembering that book would remind her of what she needed to do elsewhere and give her the courage to pass on. During our one-sided discussion I told her when she got there that I wanted her to bring Elvis back so I could meet him, that I had things to talk to him about. Several weeks later we got a BIG project in at work, 30 Years of Elvis. The files were a mess, the special color gold added to it created problems and took extra hours to fix. I was at work until 9:30 that night getting the files prepped for the press run. That job was around for the rest of the week so I saw plenty of Elvis and had plenty to say to him. Had to laugh when I thought about the request I had made a few weeks earlier. I am still convinced that was her way to bring him back for me.