First I would like to say, thank you for reading my experiences. I have had many but these are the two that mean the most to me. Second, here are my experiences with Nate.
Nate was my best friend. We lived down the road from each other and any time we needed someone to talk we were there for each other. He was like my brother. Nate joined the Army Reserves right out of high school and loved it. 9/11 happened and since then he had wanted to go overseas and fight for his country. In 2005 Nate volunteered to deploy to Iraq. He left in November 2005 and was killed January 7th 2006, his Humvee and a dump truck hit head on. Maybe about 2 months after he had passed I had a dream that I was at the mall and I walked out and he was standing there and told me to come and talk to him. I walked with him to his truck and we talked for a bit and then he said "I have to go now". I started to cry and told him that he couldn't leave me and I miss him and love him and he needed to stay. He told me he couldn't stay and had to go and he loved me too. I then woke up crying. I shared my experience with his mom and she told me that he was saying goodbye to me in his own special way.
My second experience with Nate.
My husband and Nate were in the same Army Unit and both were deployed together. In June 2006 I was having a hard time with my husband being gone, and with Nate dying, I had had our daughter a month after my husband had left to train to go overseas and she was a colic baby and I was stressed about work also. I cried so much during those months. One day I was sitting outside on our front porch enjoying the day and I looked to the side of the bottom step and saw a little green army guy. I thought that was weird because our neighbors to the west are older and I never saw any grandkids there and the neighbors to the east had a boy but I rarely saw him outside and when I did it was always the backyard and he played with cars not army guys. So I picked up the army guy and it was a little dusty but not a lot, there were no scratches or anything on him. I told my mom about it and she thinks he was giving me a sign that everything would be okay and that he was still trying to be there for me. Makes me tear up when I think about it still.
Again thank you for reading.