This experience I'm writing about today happened not only to my daughter Sarah but also to myself. Her father and I didn't work out and we split before she was even born but I remain close to his family. His only sibling was a younger brother, whom I was particularly close to. Sarah stayed with her grandparents very often and Uncle Dusty had recently moved back in also. Sarah was 7yrs old when this happened and this day will stay with all of us forever in a terrible way. November 3rd, 2008.
Sarah and her uncle were lying on the living room sofa watching TV. When the show ended she asked for the remote but got no answer. She ran for her grandma but it was too late- Dusty had died of a drug overdose just minutes before Sarah realized he was unresponsive. He was 27yrs old.
The questions we still have today is what exactly happened? His job required drug testing so he was obviously not a drug user. He died of an overdose of blood pressure medication, so his death was ruled as a suicide but we all are certain that he was not suicidal. And something else also convinces us that something was off was the fact that he would never, ever, take the risk of his only niece being the one to discover him. It simply doesn't make sense but that's the only answer we have, is that he committed suicide.
Well, under the circumstances his body had to be sent for an autopsy so we didn't get to bury him until a week later. It was only a couple days after his death, though, that Sarah woke me in the middle of the night. I followed her across the hall to her room to find nothing but her closet door open. She was puzzled and said, "Where did he go? He came out of the closet and kept pointing to his head and then pointing towards your room so I thought he wanted to talk to you." She said that his mouth was moving like he was talking but she couldn't hear him.
I took this as a dream, because she was understandably still very upset. I got her back to bed but next is what I myself saw in her room a couple days later.
I had gotten up in the night for a drink of water and on my way back to bed I glanced in at her as I passed her room. I froze and just looked for what seemed like an hour but was a minute at the most.
Uncle Dusty was standing over her, one hand on his heart and his other hand on her heart. I had a profile view and it was unmistakably him- well over 6ft tall and thin as a rail. I could even see his ball cap he was never without. But... He was formed entirely of what looked like silver glitter. It was so bright I couldn't believe it wasn't lighting up her whole room but somehow it wasn't.
She was sound asleep and after a moment of me watching, I quietly went back to bed. Silly, I know, but I almost felt like I was intruding, maybe? Does that even make any sense to anyone?
*some of these stories have also been submitted to a very few other websites, under my middle name Renee, just in case anyone was to stumble over one of them- it's a different name, but it's still me!:) *