Since finding out about my guardian, and Kiddo, I have been thinking about experiences I have had in my life. To my knowledge I have never had experiences with negative entities (apart for the thing in my house 3 weeks ago) and I could not recall ever seeing a ghost/spirit. Until last night.
Mom and I had been talking about people we had lost to suicide in particular and she mentioned a friend of theirs who passed away when I was eight years old. His name was Kobie. He was a wonderful man, my mom always says he was so attractive (though when I was that age I really loved him, but come on, a little girl rarely thinks about looks at that age). I just remember he and I had a very special bond. For some reason I have had special bonds with men all through my life. My mom said again last night; he really had a special place for me.
He had been married to a woman who I barely remember. The only recollection I have is that she had long blonde hair. My mom just refers to her as the "blonde bomb". I know I never liked the woman. And she had cheated on her husband. She left him for a man not even close to his calibre, and it broke Kobie. A week before he died, we were all at my godparent's house for a little get together, and Kobie made a point of dancing with me on the song "Heading for a fall" by Vaya Con Dios. It's something I will never forget.
The next Saturday we had been helping my uncle (dad's brother) and family move into a new house, when they got the call that Kobie had died. We all gathered, again at my godparents' house, and the mood was so sad. They tried not to speak in too much detail about how Kobie was found, after all, I was eight and my little sister was five. At some point the adults decided we had to be tired, so they put us in one of the guest bedrooms. My sister fell asleep quite fast. I, on the other hand, could not sleep. I could hear the adults in the lounge, speaking in hushed tones. As I lay there, trying to sleep and finding it very difficult, a light appeared in the room. Not blinding, just sharp enough that I opened my eyes and looked to the end of the bed. And there was Kobie. He stood there, looking down at me, with the same expression he always wore around me, then he gave me a broad smile and waved at me before fading away.
I wasn't scared. When he had faded away, I got up and went to the lounge. I walked in to hear how Kobie was found, and to today, I won't ever forget that. I walked to my mom and told her Kobie was just in the room, and the adults thought that I was over tired and that maybe the day's events had gotten to me. So they humoured having me with them as they spoke about what had to be done.
When I spoke about this to my mom last night, she nodded her head and said she remembered everything about that night. And she believes that Kobie was really there, that he felt he couldn't leave until he had come to say goodbye to me.