My brother (andy) and I have been with each other our whole lives, we've spend cold homeless nights together and we always looked out for each other. He'd said to me that he will always be with me, no matter what. As he passed away, I broke down and was very fragile. I had kept seeing him, hearing his voice, feeling sudden cold wind when no trees were blowing. I thought I was insane; I still do.
In my dreams he was there sitting in a dark empty room in a puddle of blood, singing the song our mum would sing to us at nighttime. I could make no sense of this. This dream was reoccurring for weeks, every time slightly different. Each time he would look a little older. I have no idea what this means. If it means anything.
Well one night, I was walking down our long hallway and by this point when I saw Andy, I would ignore it, I would look away. I was crying walking down the hall, he was standing motionless staring at me in the middle of the hallway. I looked at my feet and kept walking, as I bumped into something; it stopped me in my tracks, I felt myself running into a person. My brother. But he wasn't there. I could feel the warmth of his body. Maybe I truly am insane. That was the only time it happened. Moments later I got a phone call saying that my uncle had died in a motorcycle accident.
None of this makes sense to me... Not at all. There is more to this but it's just stupid.