I had a brother pass away unexpectedly when he was a young man. Two nights later, as I lay in bed, lamenting they why and what fors of life, I felt a chill blow through the room, and when I looked in that direction, my brother stood there at the door. I can still feel the hair standing up on the back of my neck.

He said, don't worry, Denise. I am really okay. I know you are worried about me. And then he turned around and walked out. I jumped out of bed and turned the light on, going to the kitchen, but, he was gone.

I took out a pad and wrote what I saw, knowing I would wonder if it was a dream when the next day came. I never saw him again. I still believe I saw him.

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