I have four brothers. I usually say I have three, because I don't like thinking of the fourth. In chronological order, here we are: Kyle (18), Keelan, (14), Katy (me, 13), Brandon (9), and Konnor (4).
Kyle died in a car crash when he was 8 years old. My mom and Keelan were in the accident. He died on impact, Keelan suffered minor head trauma, and my mom has some major gashes. I was barely a year old.
Keelan just turned fourteen, (the day Pearl Harbor was bombed) something very strange happened. My mom loved to take pictures. She wouldn't miss a chance to document any part of our life. I usually roll my eyes when she voices this.
Anyway, my mom was clicking away, taking picture after picture. Soon she had wasted two whole rolls of film. One of those was of Keelan unwrapping presents. This was where it got weird. None of us noticed anything amiss, but when I was looking at the pictures, I noticed something.
A small, white-blue, ball of light floating by Keelan's side. I pointed it out to my mom, who said it was just a bright candle. There was no candle near Keelan, and I doubt that there is a kind that can float in midair.
I continued to look through the pictures, until I came across another. It wasn't an orb, but more of a... Silvery veil. That's the best way I can describe it.
Could it have been Kyle, wanting to be there for his brother on his birthday?