From Kim:

When I was a small child my Uncle Bill (my dad's brother) who was a deaf-mute lived with us. He lost his battle with throat cancer when I was five. A few months later one of my brothers swore he had seen Uncle Bill one night while he was in bed. However, he wasn't sure because he thinks he may have been dreaming.

Over the next few years Bill made himself know. Just checking up on us kids, never saying a word.

Well, when I was twelve uncle Bill woke me up one night. He sat on the edge of my bed, looked at me, and said, "He'll be ok."

I never heard him speak before! He continued, "He'll be gone for a while but he'll be ok."

Then he disappeared just like that. I wasn't quite sure what he meant and fell back to sleep. A few minutes later my mother came into my room and toid me she was taking my father to hospital.

A couple of hours later She called and told my brothers and me that our father had suffered from a heart attack, but thought he'd be alright.

My father stayed in the hospital for about a month but sure enough came back home. Despite seventeen years and two more heart attacks my father is still with us.

As for Uncle Bill, I haven't seen or heard from him since. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe not?