After all this time, could my best friend’s spirit still be with me.
MY best friend since childhood, who lived across the road from me for 15 years, passed away 10 years ago in a terrible way. We don’t really know everything that happened, but we do know he was basically murdered, just noone can get proof. When he passed away, it changed my life…. At first I had terrible dreams, nightmares if you will, of him. Like he wasn’t at peace.
The first dream I had of him, he was standing on the porch of my other friend’s house. I pulled into the driveway, got out of my car, ran up to him and grabbed him and hugged him so tightly and told him how happy i was to see him. He looked confused, kinda scared, like he was lookin for someone to come after him. After I hugged him and looked at him, it dawned on me that he was dead. I told him that he was dead, and he replied “I know; But I’m not suppose to be.” And then I woke up.
2nd dream I had, he was in some trailer lying down on a couch, Seemed like he was having a very hard time breathing. He motioned for me to come towards him. I did, but cautiously. He then reached out to me, to hug him. I felt scared to go near him in my dream, because of the way he was breathing, but I went to him, and hugged him. After that dream, I went to his grave. His name is Tom.. as I did on a regular for awhile and I broke down and cried. I told him I felt that he wasn’t at peace. And that though I would miss him dearly, I just want him to move onto the other side. But if he could, come in and check on me every now and then. And that I loved him, so much, and had life been differently I woulda been with him. He truly was the bestest friend I had ever had, and had been with me, in my life, right across the road since I was 6 years old. I digress.
Last dream I had, We were at our old middle school. I was walking down the hallway and saw my friend, Tom. Walking in the opposite direction of me. He was wearing blue jeans, White t-shirt, and a white hat, and had no facial expression at all.. He walked slowly passed me, I looked him and was saying his name. But it was like he didn’t know me. He didn’t say a word. IT kinda irritated me, so I followed him outside of the school. A white jeep pulled up, with people in it. And they were all wearing white too. He got into the back of the jeep, and finally, before pulling off, he looked at me. And I woke up.
He died in 2006. It’s now 2016. I was 4 months pregnant when he passed, with my first child, whom he said would help raise, even though it wasn’t his child. Since then I have had 3 more children. 1 I lost during pregnancy, and 2 living. I named my son after Tom, and have also helped to take care of his aging grandmother. I talk about him to my children. They know him as “uncle Tom”. He has been on my mind alot lately, Especially given that it has been 10 years since his passing, but for some reason, it seems not that long ago.
Anyways, his birthday and when he died was this passed august. It’s now the begining of sept, and for about 3 weeks now, My children and I have heard 3 knocking sounds at our front door, but when I go to open it, there’s nobody there. And also, where I have been thinking about Tom alot when I’m by myself, and sometimes I cry, I get goosebumps, as if I’m cold, but I’m not. It feels as though it could possibly be him, but Im just not sure.
It’s not that I don’t believe in things like that, I do and have always believed. I guess Im just not sure if it actually could be him… I miss him so much, and he missed out on a lot. He died 20 days before his 17th birthday. I’m now 29, and it saddens me that I never got to know the man he could have been. IF you could help with any advice, all would be welcoming.
Thank you, and may God be with us all.
Asked by Dawn