My name is Paula. Six and a half years ago I lost my best friend, my sister Misty. She was 29, she had a massive heart attack. I'm 4 years older and my parents always made sure I watched out for her. Misty was mentally handicapped. She might have been slow but she made up for it with a heart of gold.
The morning she died, I was up and waiting for her to come over. We lived 3 houses apart. Instead of her, it was my mom falling through my door screaming my sister was dead. It was the most horrific time of my life. The person that I had taken care of was gone forever...
The days and months passed. I didn't think I would make it. I wanted to be dead also. Three months after she died, my kids and I were home, it was about 10:00 at night. I was having a really bad night, I kept saying I couldn't live without her.
The house was dark. I went into my kitchen and was crying when I felt something tug my ponytail. She's the only one who done that. I turned around and she was standing right in front of me. Not see-through, just ordinary. I thought I was seeing things. I said, "Are you really there?" She smiled and said, "Yes" and she loved me and she was alright.
She came to me when I thought I couldn't go on anymore. I still feel her and hear her. God made it possible for me to see her when I needed her. I'm so grateful for that and for getting to be her sister.
My family has had similar experiences since she's been gone. She could always make you feel better either with a smile or laugh. She knew I couldn't take her being gone so she came and told me she was ok, just like she did in life.