“My great uncle Raymond was a real character. He was an old bachelor, and he had a personality that wasn’t exactly pleasant. When I was a child my friends were afraid to accompany me when I visited my grandmother’s house where he lived since he seemed mean and somewhat intimidating. He often walked around mumbling and grumbling, and instead of saying hello he greeted me by saying shut-up. I knew he was kidding in his own strange way, but others didn’t understand this sort of teasing. I took what he said with a grain of salt, and I understood him. I was one of only a few people who really cared for Raymond, and I missed his unique personality when he passed away.

“The only dream I ever had of Raymond seemed very real, and I felt as if the dream was an actual visit from beyond. In the dream I was walking toward a building, and I was surprised to see my uncle Raymond coming through the doorway. Someone was with him in the shadows, but I couldn’t make out who they were.

“I recall being overcome with joy when I recognized him. He was dressed in the same gray work clothes he always wore, and he looked healthy, happy and better than I ever remembered. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we stood outside facing each other. He seemed to communicate without speaking, and although he didn’t say a word, I understood his thoughts. I responded by saying, ‘You’ve missed, me haven’t you?’ And with tears in his eyes he slowly shook his head to say yes.

“I was suddenly whisked back into reality when I awoke to discover I had been dreaming. Although I knew this visit was only a dream, a very strange feeling lingered within. This dream was unlike any other dream I have ever experienced, and it seemed more like an actual visit than a figment of my memory and my imagination.”
~Anonymous

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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