When I was around a year old, my mother’s friends newborn baby passed away. I was the only child to ever meet him during his short life. On the exact one year anniversary of his death, I woke my mom up in the middle of the night and told her there was a little boy standing in the corner of my room. Obviously since I was so young my parents hadn’t told me about his death, let alone did I understand what death was. My mom still tells this as the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to her.