My parent's and I went to Missoula for a week when I was around 2. On our return my parent's received a really sad call telling us my uncle had died. I could not accompany them as the roads where too dangerous for me to travel with them so I had to stay home with my sister and her boyfriend.
Not long after my parent's had left, maybe a few hours I was downstairs in our living room playing with building blocks when I saw him my uncle! I was so excited I sat on his lap for awhile and talked to him. When my sister came down stairs (1 hour later) she asked who I was talking to and I told her uncle jeep. She just froze in her place. Her face turned white. I just stood there confused, I had no idea he was dead.
Three days later my parent's came home and I told them about my encounter. That day wasn't really scary but the weirdest part was that when my parent's asked "what was he wearing?" I told them and they said he was wearing the same clothes when he died.
Me and my family talk about my encounter every now and then but I will never stop talking about it to everyone I meet on the street or at school! It's just amazing!
I think this is absolutely amazing and it should happen to every family who has lost a loved one...