A Personal Experience By Jessica

In September of 1990, my uncle passed away from colon cancer. On the night of his wake, I had woken up very thirsty, so I went into the kitchen like I always did to get a drink of water. I grabbed my glass from the cabinet and heard someone walk into the kitchen. Thinking it was either one of my parents or my younger brother, I began to strike up a conversation. I was saying how much I was going to miss my uncle, and how upset I was that this was the first family death I had ever experienced. When no response was given, I turned around to see whom I was talking to. There stood my recently deceased uncle, smiling at me. He held out his hand and said, "You'll be alright," and then he vanished. Since then, it’s been a great comfort knowing he’s always around, watching over me.