I was walking to my great grandfathers grave sight. I was by myself when this happened.

My mom and I were going to the grave, because my grandfather had died in the twin towers. We were going there to say a prayer and lay a couple of roses on his grave. I really couldn't stay there because I sometimes get really upset near a family members grave. So I went walking around and there was a funeral going on. I saw them finally put the casket into the ground and then there he was. A young boy. He looked to be about 10 maybe 11. But he was standing there looking at his, I think it was his mother. Then he turned to me and looked at me. I made eye contact with him for about a minute. Then I turned away and started to walk a different direction. When I turned he wasn't there, but when I looked back then looked at the ground I saw him. He asked me if I could really see him and of course I said yes. He asked me what had happen and I told him he had been killed some how. I also told him I didn't know how he was killed. So we went on talking for a while my mom had left cause I wanted to stay a little longer. Then night grew and the little boy got scared. I had asked him earlier if had any family and he told me yes his grandfather. I told him to show me his grave. So the little boy took me to the grave sight and I sat down with him next to the grave. Then after we sat there I made a prayer for him and his grandfather. Then the little boy told me thank you. I told I'll always come to see him.

So from there on I have talked to the little boy ever day so far and me and him are very good friends.