Story behind the story: since I was 4 days old, I have lived with my paternal grandmother and her husband. This man, he became my best friend, we just had a bond that was untouched. This man (Roger) had a daily routine, up at 4am in the shower and out the door by 6am for his trip to the coffee shop, the grocery store, and the news paper stand.
Every single morning, before he left, he would wake me up and tell me "take out Mimi (our silky terrier) and feed her when you wake up". Roger in the year 1998 met his demise, of course it was only known to his wife & himself of his sickness (Colon Cancer) the rest of us were in horror to hear "he's past" (august, 5th 1998)...
Story: It was august, 6th 1998, I had awoken to the sound of a shower (I was sleeping on the couch in the living room). I walked down the hall to the bathroom, and of course to my dismay, there wasn't a shower running nor was the bathtub even wet (I did check) after this, I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water, I glanced at the microwave and saw it was about 4:07am (I don't know the exact time but I remember it was between 4am & 4:30am). I don't think nothing of it so I go back to sleep. Shortly after I'm awaken by someone shaking me. I turn around and about 2 inches away from my face was Roger, I just stared in amazement (this man died in a hospital bed not more then 6 or 7 hours ago) "take Mimi out when you wake up and feed her, I'll bring you some goodies back" his voice was so real, he was so real, I thought it had to be a dream. He walked towards the door, as I watched I heard the door open and shut but didn't see it. I quickly ran to the window, heard his 1970 Cadillac start up, I saw the fog from him warming it up in the chilly morning as I heard it back up (not seeing it) he just vanished.
About a week after he died and my first encounter with him, subsequent to his death, I saw him again only this time it wasn't towards me. I had ran in my nana's room to tell her something I saw. She was sleeping on the bed and I saw him laying next to her holding her hand saying, "Jean, it's going to be alright, everything is going to be alright" (the same as she was saying to him the night he died) after that, I just ran in our garage and remained in there for the rest of the day. He looked as though he was really laying right there. I don't know if it was real or if I was hallucinating (I had gotten in an argument prior to my sighting with my cousins so I was a little angry.)