By: Howard | Location: Phoenix AZ
About 2 months after my best friend Craig died, something woke me from a deep sleep. I turned over and saw Craig standing there in my room, right next to my drum set.
Completely startled, I blurted out "what the **** are you doing here?" He looked at me with a very peaceful, calm look and said "I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay, and I love you."
I replied "yeah, you're okay?" And he reassured me that he was.
I told him "I love you too" and my girlfriend, who was sleeping beside me stirred and then asked me "who are you talking to?" When I answered "Craig is here," she kind of freaked out and told me to stop messing with her! When I looked back over to where I had seen him, he was gone.
I had a bit of doubt whether or not I really saw him, or if I was just dreaming.
Either way, it was very comforting. Months later, I was visiting with Craig's Mom, and I told her my story. She told me a story of her own. One night Samantha, Craig's 3 year old niece, came into the darkened living room where Craig's Mom was sitting in the dark, quietly mourning her son. "Grandma, what are you doing?" She asked
"Nothing honey, just go back to bed" was her reply.
"Well, Uncle Craig told me to come out and tell you to stop crying, and go back to bed!"
"What?" she responded. Samantha repeated the same words, in a more demanding tone- " Uncle Craig said to stop crying, and to go back to bed!"
"Where is Uncle Craig?" She asked Samantha.
Samantha replied "He's in my room. He comes to talk to me. And he wants you to stop crying!"
Well, when I heard that Craig was visiting his niece around the same time as I saw him, I felt that I did indeed see my dead friend. And I'm so grateful.