A couple of years ago around the beginning of Spring I woke up from a very strange dream. So strange in fact that it really disturbed me and I couldn't get back to sleep. I had dreamed that I could see my ex-husband's brother's face in the sky. It was high up, like the sun or the moon.
The only thing is his face was gradually coming toward me. As it was getting closer his face was decaying and crumbling. It was really eerie. The next afternoon my Aunt Rose called me and immediately I thought something was wrong with my one of my parents seeing as how the only people in my family that call me are my mom and my sister.
I asked her where my mom and dad were. She said that they were at Dodie's because Jonathan had shot and killed himself that morning in his parent's backyard. I was absolutely stunned! Was my dream a premonition of his death? I have always been sensitive to things. I can feel things, see things, and hear things that not everyone else can. It doesn't occur all the time, occasionally though.
Anyway, I went to the wake and to the funeral. After all, he was an Uncle of two of my children. Like I said before, that all happened in the spring. I didn't go back to the house until the fall on Halloween when my mother and I were taking my kids Trick-or-Treating. We always took the kids there first and visited for awhile.
My kids both have there own room there and Sissy wanted me to come and see their new bunk beds. As I was walking back through the hall toward the bedrooms my chest started to feel heavy and I couldn't breathe that well. I could feel him near me! He was there. In the back bedroom I could see his shadow in the corner. Even though I had experiences similar to that before, it had never been with someone that I knew. It was one of the scariest things of my life. I had to get out of that house. I went back to the living room and told my mom that I was going out to the car. I was so scared.
The very next Spring I had another dream about him. In this dream he called me. We both knew that he was dead and that he had committed suicide. He was trying to tell me that he really regrets taking his own life and he wants me to help him go back and undo it. I didn't know what to say. I woke up feeling very uneasy about it. I called my mom to tell her about the dream. The weird thing is, after I told her about it she became all quiet.
After a long pause she said, "Don't you realize that today makes exactly a year since he killed himself?"
Again I was shocked. I really felt that he was trying to contact me. I just couldn't understand why. I was with his brother for many years but Jonathan and I were never close. Each and every time I go to their house I can feel him, I know he is there and I know that he is miserable.