My mother passed away in 1987. She always told her sister, my aunt, that she was afraid to leave me, her youngest, and only single child, because she said someone needed to watch over me. My aunt promised her that she'd watch out over me. When my oldest son was born in 1990, my aunt agreed to watch him for me when I went back to work. Of course like most new moms, I was in tears to leave my newborn for the first time, and my aunt assured me things would be just fine. According to my aunt, Joey (my son) was upstairs crying. She heard him fussing upon waking, and just as she was getting up to go check on him she heard footsteps creaking upstairs as if walking towards the room (she was the only one at home)...she walked to the foot of the stairs and looked up the steps, and swears that for a few seconds, she saw my mother floating over my sons bassinet looking down at him. She said he immediately stopped crying and just went back to sleep. When I asked her if she was frightened, she smiled and said "no, of course not, she's always been here, and now she's just has a reason to make herself known" (her and my mom shared that house, and my mother died there after a long bout of cancer).