I have had many paranormal experiences. The one I wish to write about has freaked me out the most.
For my husband's job, we currently live in an RV. We have made some great friends along the way, as people come and go out of our park. I am still in contact with a lot of them. This is how I met Roger.
Of course, I can't sum up Roger's life in a few sentences. Let's just say he was unusual. Not in a creepy way. He just had "great" visions of himself as a world class drummer, supposedly came into royalties from music rights he owned. (I know, why is he living in a RV?) Roger had a drumming-career-ending injury. He drove his motorcycle off a curve, had to get his shoulder replaced. While recovering, he gained 150 pounds, so he moved out of his mom's (yes, mom) into his RV so he could work out in the gym and hike in the desert.
He did lose weight, in a short time, got scary skinny, got "full" of himself and his new good looks and left the park in the middle of the night, not a word to anyone. I was upset. We had become good friends, I thought I deserved a good-bye.
About a year later, a mutual friend was leaving the park and had a telescope of Roger's. She wanted to give it back. I texted him to let him know; I facebooked him and told him to contact me; I tried calling his mother. No response on anything.
It was about five in the morning. I wasn't sleeping and wasn't quiet awake, I heard a voice. "Roger's dead." "What?" I thought The voice was in my head, but not. I sort of brushed it off and got up to start my day. The thought kept nagging at me, so late in the morning I go online and checked the obituaries. About the same time the song by Adele "Someone Like You" popped in my head...CONSTANTLY!
Roger's obituary popped on the screen. I was floored! I ran to my neighbor and blurted out what had happened that morning. She's very spiritual and I knew she would understand. We decided to go over to his mother's that afternoon.
Roger had died about two months prior, right about the time I was trying to get ahold of him. He wrote a 12 page suicide letter to his mother and shot himself in her backyard.
I am not sure why this has affected me so bad. It took weeks for that song by Adele to stop in my head. I have had several dreams about Roger, like he is trying to tell me something. I can't figure it out, but for months it felt like his presence was around, not so much in the last month. Maybe writing this out will help.