On the 10th of November 2006, my little brother passed away at age 7. It was a tragedy that affected the very core of who I was, and am. My brother and I were always close (me being the oldest and him being the youngest).
I have always had the ability to sense, see and communicate with spirits. This experience however, is the experience of my sister. (middle child)
I will attempt to write in the first person as not to confuse anyone.
The day before my brothers funeral, the house was packed with mourning family members. In the loungeroom, I lay on the floor with my cousins to talk about my brother and the good times we had. I soon fell asleep. After sometime I "woke up" to my (deceased) brother gently shaking my shoulder. I knew I was dreaming but I was so happy to see him.
He told me to come with him to the room we shared, and play with him. I was nervous, I didn't want to go. I was scared but I didn't want to make him upset. I cautiously followed him to our room, where he commenced to climb up into the top shelf of our closet (we used to make cubby houses there). He told me to follow him up there to play with him.
I told him I couldn't go up there. He held out his hand and told me that he would help me up. At this point I started to cry.
(My grandmother always told my sister and I that, if anytime a member of our deceased family or anyone that we knew to have passed away, to never take their hand, because they will be able to bring you soul and spirit to heaven with them [we had an Irish Catholic upbringing])
As I said before, I started to cry. I so desperately wanted to take his hand. He was crying and I couldn't bare to see him upset. He told me that he wanted to take me with him. He didn't want to be alone. So I slowly raised my hand and something stopped me.
Something had already taken my hand and was holding it tightly. I woke up to my sister shaking me, yelling at me not to do it. She was holding my hand and telling me its not my time.
I woke up and cried on my sister's shoulder. I told her that a part of me wanted to go, but a part of me wanted to stay. After I had calmed down she told me that she walked into the room and saw me lift my hand so she rushed to my side and grabbed onto my hand and held it tightly.
She told me she did this so I would have a connection to the living world. Still to this day I think about it. I think about what could have happened if my sister didn't walk into the room.
Us aboriginal Australians believe that we should never take a deceased person's hand either in a dream or reality, because they will be able to take us (our spirits/souls) with them, either into the sirit world, heaven, hell, etc. (I don't want to offend anyone here).
So that is my sister's story. I have always wondered about her experience, and yes I was the big sister in the story. Has anyone had similar experiences? I would like to enlighten my sister if she may have a gift of some sorts.
Be safe, be happy.