Since I was three, maybe a little older I could communicate with the departed. My Mom would stay up with me until the early hours of the morning listening to what I was saying and trying to understand what I was seeing and going through. If it wasn't for her I think I would have gone insane.
When I was 11 I burnt my foot with third degree burns and I had stay in the hospital for well over 2 months. While I was in hospital I went "school", basically a teacher would come in and for 2 hours we would do school work. The so-called classroom was down the hall from my physiotherapy; I would go and receive treatment for my burnt foot and then head off to the classroom.
While I was in the hospital I became friends with two girls. One was named Angela; she was a frequent visitor to the hospital because her brother was in for heart surgery. Then there was Meghan, she was a year older then me and she had cancer. I remember when I first met her she was balled and walked with a pole filled with tubes and bags. All three of us became good friends within that short period we did everything together. Anglea would come in the mornings and spend some time with me and then Meghan and I would terrorize the nurses station (ha ha).
Angela's brother was sent home so she said she wouldn't be coming back. I understood and we exchanged numbers and she left. Finally my last week in hospital came and I was so excited to go home. I got ready and went down to the classroom and met up with Meghan who didn't look all too well. I remember she said she had up all night and couldn't sleep but we still laughed and carried on.
My last day came and I was finally going home. I told my mom and dad to wait because I wanted to give Meghan my number and tell her I was leaving. I wheeled myself down to the classroom, peeked in but couldn't see her. I asked the teacher if he had seen her and he said she didn't come to class that day. So I went to her room, I needed a nurse with me on that floor because you had to be supervised and wear a mask. I went to her room but she was gone. I asked the nurse where she was but the nurse didn't say anything to me she just led me back to the doors.
When I got back to my room I could feel I heavy weight in my stomach, my mom was crying and Meghan's parents were there. I knew what they there for. At 4:15am on a Wednesday 1995 my best friend Meghan lost her battle with cancer. Her mom gave me a teddy bear that she wanted me to have. All I could do was cry. When I got home I went to my room and stayed there. I fell asleep and in my dream I saw Meghan she said there was a hole in her teddy bears leg and that she left something for me, then she was gone.
When I woke up I immediately looked for that hole, found it and inside was a piece of paper that said, "I'm Ok I'm Home."