Several years ago in my old house, my little brother (whom was only about 3 years old) was taking a bath. I was asking my mom something as she was helping my brother get out of the tub. I saw him stare over my shoulder and smile with excitement. At first I didn't notice how he wasn't looking directly at me. He then shouted,"Mimi!" My mom and I immediately stopped our discussion, and turned toward where he was looking. Neither me nor my mom saw anything. Him shouting out wasn't just an act of child-like randomness. I knew who Mimi was. But my bro, at the time, didn't. Mimi or "GrandMimi Tumlin" was our Great Grandmother.
I would visit her when she was in the nursing home, and she'd always smile and hug me. She had snacks for me when I would visit. Most of the time they were individually wrapped snack cakes. She also gave me a green and white cat plush toy. Which my brother and I both took quite a liking to. She died at the age of 96 when I was 4. That was before my brother was born.
My bro didn't know about her when he saw her ghost. He hadn't even seen a picture of her. She was always a happy, kind spirit. She didn't get a chance to see my brother before she died. I think she came back to see how beautiful he looked, and how much he had grown. Now she has fulfilled her wish. I'm glad to have told her story. I haven't seen her, and I haven't asked my brother about her either. All I know is, Great GrandMimi's spirit is always welcome in any house I live in.
I love you, and so does my brother.