I do believe everyone has their own beginning stories to tell, if they step back and think when it all started for them, I have never shared this before. I guess it is because I was so little and scared out of my mind, and too scared to talk about it!

I was only 4 years old when my mother died, I was there in charity hospital when she drew her last breath. My mothers family took me to the funeral, and they kept on and on trying to convince me, that was my mother in the casket!! I screamed and cried! and they forced me to touch her, and kiss her, she was not my mother (I thought) this woman was cold and had make-up on!! My little mind could not comprehend this at all! I threw such a fit that my aunts all started saying this isn't thier sister when her own daughter wouldnt recognize her! But anyway, my aunts talked my dad into moving from new orleans to Detroit, and I remember very well, one night I was laying facing the wall in my little bed, crying which I did a lot, and this touch, on my shoulder, made me turn over to see what it was.. there, on the side of my bed, was my mother!! She looked just like she did when I last saw her alive!! I was big eyed..and scared! I dont know why I was scared, but they said my mother would never come back home!! HERE SHE WAS!! She reached out to touch me and said, Reenie, don't worry and cry anymore, I am here for you, and love you very much! Well i covered my head, and peaked out, and she was gone!!!

After that day, I have not cried for my mother, I don't even recall how she looked. I do believe that was the hardest thing for a mother to do, to wipe all the memories of her only daughter away, so she could join the living and quit morning.

This is why i do not believe in taking small children to funerals, and why I am now a paranormal investagor!!!