One Last Visit?

This experience starts out sad but it will get better, promise. This past November my Great "Uncle Wayne" passed away. I took it kind of hard because he's someone I grew up with. We all called him Uncle Wayne. He was a free spirited person who did want he wanted when he wanted but considering his family in the process. My Uncle is my dad's mom's brother. He has two daughters and two grand daughters. My dad called me one night I had a feeling that something bad happened that day. When my dad called and told me he passed away I was kind of surprised. My grandmother told me that she didn't think he had much time left a month before he actually died. But in a way it didn't surprise me. Because we knew he had health issues (he was an alcoholic). His family fought with him all the time his response was, I'm going to die sooner or later why not now. It was like he knew his time was coming close.

I was desperate to get to his funeral for some reason something told me I can't miss this one. I missed his sister's one four years before because I lived to far away. But I booked it down there to Missouri from Iowa to be there. The funny thing is my experience got really different. My Uncle Wayne was always a jokester. He always called me Mal Mal. The thing I remember the most and will never forget that day my Uncle Wayne I'm sure of it paid me one last visit.

We were in my dad's truck heading to the funeral home when I got there I got a surprise of my life. My Uncle Wayne was standing clear as day in the middle of the aisle while his body lay in a casket at the end of it. He was just standing there staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest just as he always did. I tried to ignore him do to the fact his nephew, my dad, was standing right next to me in room full of family and friends. My dad and I walked towards his body and of course Uncle Wayne starts walking right next to me following along. I left my dad to go walk with my step mom and give our condolences to my grandmother and cousins. I started crying right before I got them and gave them both a hug and kiss on the cheek and told them everything is going to be ok. We went and sat down as the service started my Uncle Wayne was standing next to his girls, looking at them with sad eyes as if he wanted to comfort them but he didn't know how to. He just leaned back against the wall arms still crossed. Once the closing song came on I couldn't hold in a giggle. It was Johnny Cash's walk the line. Which the lyric's fit my Uncle to a T. My step mom asked me what's so funny I just said that's Uncle Wayne for ya. After the service I went to find my dad again so we could go to the cemetery. But I didn't see my Uncle Wayne so I thought was the last of him. I was wrong of course.

On the way to the cemetery I rolled down the window of the truck looked behind us and in front of us and saw all the people that cared about my Uncle Wayne. There had to have been over thirty cars in line to the cemetery. I smiled thinking this is how Uncle Wayne would have wanted it to be. We got the gates and my feet started hurting when we parked and I was thinking on going over to his grave site bare footed. That's when my Uncle showed up right in between me and my brother except I was the only the one seeing him. He started telling me just take them off if you don't like them. I don't care I'm already dead he thought it was funny I didn't of course every body left the truck except me and him. I just looked at him and said I'm not walking around in a cemetery bare footed. I got out the truck and stood next to my family I was behind my grandmother when he whispered something in my ear. I think he said take care of them for me and let them know I'll be ok and not to worry and that he loves them. When he said that I rested a hand on my grandmother's shoulder and whispered in her ear that he's ok. She grabbed my hand and held it for a long time. That's when I saw a clear patch in the group where know one was standing the light seemed brighter there. He walked through that area that's when I felt a since of closure. We stated the Lord's Prayer and I started crying again. He just looked back at me smiled, nodded his head in acceptance and disappeared. I remember a light breeze that followed and looked up at the sky at the sky and whispered

Goodbye.

Ever since that day I can't stop thinking about that experience. I was wanting several others opinions as well. Let me know what you think of it. It all felt like a dream except I was a awake and aware of what was going on. Help on making since of happened that day would be greatly appreciated.