My uncle passed suddenly in 2005. He had no obvious health problems and seemed to be in good shape for a man of 38-years-old. The day we received the news was a cloudy, rainy, depressing day. Our home phone wasn't in service at the time; every time it rained it wouldn't work. Out of nowhere my aunt and cousins showed up and were the bearers of bad news. My heart broke.
After his funeral I volunteered to help his wife pack up everything and move out of their trailer. It was very hard for both of us. While in the middle of packing, she left to go get us some lunch. It would take her about an hour to do so because they lived out in the country.
I stayed and continued to pack up as much as I could. I found a shirt that was his and began to think about him. Out of nowhere the front door of the trailer slammed shut. I figured it was the wind and got up and opened it again. I went back to doing what I was doing.
After about 5 minutes, I smelled the smell of a lit cigarette. I looked around thinking that someone had come in without me knowing. I checked each room and no one was there. I went into the master bedroom and the smell was stronger there. As I walked toward the master bathroom, the window closed by itself and the bedroom door slammed shut. I jumped and turned around. No one was there but the bed looked as if someone was sitting on the corner.
When my aunt got back I told her what happened. As I was telling her, my uncle's favorite CD fell to the floor and the radio station changed from country to classic rock. We both agreed that it was my uncle telling us that he was still with us watching over us.