When I was 9 my great grandmother died, now we were both very close and it was hard to see her go, I remember waking up to my parents sitting on the side of my bed crying. I asked them “What’s wrong?” They then explained that my great grandmother had died in her sleep and that I had to get ready to see her one last time before the funeral. Now this is where the scary/sweet moment happened: About 2-3 years later I had just won in a drama competition and was out with my grandparents, aunties and uncles and my parents to celebrate the victory, then in the corner of my eye I saw my great grandmother still in the same clothes from her funeral just standing in the crowds of people still and smiling a sweet smile, I immediately told my family. Some believed me and some didn’t but I’m just glad I got to have A Moment with her one last time.