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Not Too Late To Say Goodbye

(NOTE: This tale occurred in 1995, in Cleveland, Ohio)

My Uncle Bob was unfortunately stricken with cancer, and had been admitted to the hospital. He died a few days after being admitted, and I didn't get a chance to see him, or to say "goodbye."

I work night shift, and during my lunch break, I sat in the locker room alone and just talked out loud to Uncle Bob, saying how sorry I was that I didn't get a chance to see him, and if he was still around, I hoped he could hear me. I wished him a good journey, and said I was glad to have known him. (he had died earlier that day)

I walked back to my work area, which included a sink. As I passed by the sink, the cover for the paper towel dispenser fell open. Two other co-workers and I jumped at the noise it made. I laughed it off, saying "All right, Robert...knock it off!" A few seconds after I got to my desk, the doorbell sounded on the lobby floor. There was no one there. The hair on the back of my neck and arms stood straight up.

The timing for both events was such that it was as though someone had been walking beside me. I don't know why this happened, and after 5 years it's never happened again. I'd like to think it was my Uncle walking along with me for one last time...

-Medea-