My friends -R- and -J- had a child a few years ago, a little boy named -b-. He was unhealthy from birth, slightly premature, and soon diagnosed with Jeune's Syndrome, a form of dwarfism which affects, among other things, the rib cage, causing the lungs to have insufficient room to grow. He died at 9 months. -R- who is a tremendous artist channeled his grief into a pair of amazing charcoal drawn portraits of -b- that hung on the walls of what had been his room after then.
Shortly after he passed away they had another child, a healthy daughter named -m-, who was moved into the same room -b- had occupied.
Step forward a few years, to a time when I used to stay overnight at their place and visit once a week. -J- liked to keep late hours as she was having trouble sleeping at night, and I myself naturally like late hours so we would often sit up and chat about various things. As a side note -J- is now my Holistic Health Practitioner and she was the one who first taught me about smudging, but that has little bearing on the current story.
-m- was learning to talk and was actually learning to put words to context in some cases. One of her early words was 'baby' and she knew what it meant, if she saw any kind of infant, be it human or animal she said baby. She didn't just spout words randomly once she knew what they meant.
That makes all the more unusual when -J- and I were sitting around one evening discussing something (it may have been the possibility of past lives but I'm not sure) when we both clearly heard -m- in her room say the word baby.
At first we thought she must have simply seen one of -R-'s drawings hanging on the wall in a beam of moonlight or car headlights, until we remembered that around the time she was born the pictures were moved into -R- and -J-'s room.
I sometimes wonder if he was stopping by to say hello or maybe if he's like a guardian spirit to her, if so does she see him and just not tell anyone?