When i was about 4 or 5 years old my mum's youngest brother, mark, died in prison (I wont be giving out any real names or exactly how they died for private reasons) I didnt really understand the consept of death at that age and sense me and him were very close I made up a new imaginary friend and called him Jack to take my uncles place. Jack soon dissipeared when i started school. When I was about 6 my mum's elder brother, dean (name changed) also died from a gunshot in a parkinglot. I was again devistated when my mother and grandmother said he was never coming home.

One night, 2 weeks after my uncle dean's death, I was walking down the hallway and notticed my grandparents bedroom door was open (i used to go play with my grandmother's makeup alot) I walked in and there sitting on the bed was my uncle dean, he had one sock on, a nickey jumper and a pair of sweat pants on and his hands behind his head. I still remember it so clearly. I ran out screaming and was about to run out the front door when my grandmother caught me.

One night when i was about 8 years old, i was peacfully sleeping. I remember dreaming about running into my grandparents room asking how to spell a word. When i was awoken my mother and grandparents (they lived with us) were sitting at the end of my bed asking why i wanted them to come to my room. I had apparently slept walked out into the loungroom screaming "help me it hurts".

Another time was when i was 12 or 13, i was sitting on my mother lounge watching a movie and my mother was in her room talking to a clairvoint. I was feeling quite odd but i felt at ease at the same time, when my mother was talking to the clairvoint she said that i was sitting on the couch and that my great great grandmother was sitting behind me with her arms around me. The clairvoint also stated the night i had slept walked into my grandparents loungroom, she said it was my uncle mark reliving the day he died.

This was last year, im 15 now and last year i had a dream that my uncle mark was sitting in the chair next to my bed wearing a plain green jumper, matching sweat pants and a pair of nickey shoes. In my dream i had woken up and he cooed me back to sleep, when i woke up I tolled my mother about how he was dressed and what he did. She gasped and asked me how did i know what he was wearing when he died considering i never went to his funeral or seen him in the hospital.

As you can see even in death, your family will never leave you.