I truly believe that here is life after death and that your loved ones come to you in many different ways. This story is about a friend of mine that passed away and how he came to me in several dreams.
I was a Freshman when Jose and I began dating. He was such an amazing person, always smiling and making everyone laugh. We dated for a couple of months and after a while realized that it wasn't going to work out between us so we broke up. We didn't talk too much after we broke up. I would see him from time to time but we would say much to each other.
The last time I saw him was when I was walking to one of my classes. I hadn't seen him in a while. I remember saying to him, "What you can't say hi anymore"? He smiled his usual smile and went on his way. I didn't know that would be the last time I would see him.
Monday, March 24th 2003 I get a phone call from my friend telling me that Jose had been hit by a car and that he probably wouldn't make it. My mom called all the hospitals in our town to see how he was doing. She finally found the hospital and spoke to his brother. Jose was gone. I cried so much. I just couldn't believe he was really gone.
About month after his death is when I began having dreams about him. The first dream I had of him took place at the community that I lived at. He told me that he was ok and for not to cry for him anymore. He was being his usual smiley self.
The next dream I had of him took place right before my Quincenera (Mexican version of a sweet 16). In the dream we were at my Qincenera and he was hanging out with us and having a good time. I knew all along that he was dead in my dream but that didn't seem to bother me.
The last dream I had of him kind of scared me a bit. In the dream we were having a second funeral for him. I was standing in a room right next where the casket would be placed. They began to bring him in and they placed the casket so that his back was toward me. All of a sudden a heard a cell phone ring and it was his and he answered it. I was in total shock. I remember asking my mom why he was doing this. At that point a man walked up to Jose and Jose began to cry and touched the man's face. Jose lay back down and I again asked my mom why he was doing that. As I said that Jose got up and turned around and looked right at me and then I woke up.
I don't know what exactly these dreams meant but they felt so real. It felt as if he was really trying to communicate with me. It has been several years since I have had those dreams and I can still remember them perfectly. It's been 5 years since Jose death and I miss him dearly. I truly believe that he was trying to let me know that he is still with us in spirit.