Well, not your typical "ghost story", but here's my contribution...
My brother Michael passed in 1990. I always felt especially close to him, though he was 21 years older than me.
At many times over the nearly thirteen years since his death, I've felt that he was very near by in a physical sense.
One rainy April evening in 1997, I was leaving work. At that point in time, I will admit that wearing my seatbelt was something I rarely did - just couldn't be arsed to bother. As I sat in my car, watching my manager put hers on in the car across from mine, clear as anything, Michael's voice was in my ear, saying "You'd better put your seatbelt on, Toots. You never know what could happen." Toots was a pet name he used for me all the time, and one no other has ever called me by.
I put my seatbelt on and left the parking lot. In less than ten minutes, I was involved in a four car accident in which I was later explicitly told that, had I not been wearing my belt, I'd have gone through the windshield and been killed. As it was, I got some very ugly injuries, but I'm still here to talk about it.
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Date: 2003-05-15 07:27 pm (UTC)My brother Michael passed in 1990. I always felt especially close to him, though he was 21 years older than me.
At many times over the nearly thirteen years since his death, I've felt that he was very near by in a physical sense.
One rainy April evening in 1997, I was leaving work. At that point in time, I will admit that wearing my seatbelt was something I rarely did - just couldn't be arsed to bother. As I sat in my car, watching my manager put hers on in the car across from mine, clear as anything, Michael's voice was in my ear, saying "You'd better put your seatbelt on, Toots. You never know what could happen." Toots was a pet name he used for me all the time, and one no other has ever called me by.
I put my seatbelt on and left the parking lot. In less than ten minutes, I was involved in a four car accident in which I was later explicitly told that, had I not been wearing my belt, I'd have gone through the windshield and been killed. As it was, I got some very ugly injuries, but I'm still here to talk about it.