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Post by theerockerbarbie on Mar 7, 2008 2:14:06 GMT -6
I was at least 10 year old at the time my great aunt had just died in which the family was very close to. My parents were painting my bedroom at the time and they didnt want me nor my younger brother in the hallway or our bedrooms because the smell of paint was so strong so they had my brother and I sleep in the living room on the pull out coach. I woke up because I was so cold well being winter I though I just need more blankets but when I felt I slight breeze I looked up I realized I was staring at my passed aunt I was so frightened I put my head in my pillow and got closer to my little brother I looked up 3 other times. As I looked up a forth time she was gone. I remembered being so scared over the whole or deal my father knew I couldnt have been lying because I was so young he thought there was no way I could have remembered what she was wearing sense I didnt even see her in her casket. But that was the only thing that has ever happened to me nothing has ever happened sense then and I now 22 years old. Till this day I still dont know what the think about it.
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Post by Carrie on Jul 5, 2008 12:23:53 GMT -6
maybe your aunt was saying goodbye to you and your little brother carriƫ
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