This is a personal account of a ghost
story that occurred more than ten years ago. Back in 1989, being a fresh Psychology graduate, I landed a job in the personnel department in one of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, who was eleven years older than me became one of my friends while working there. Jun was kind, loving and romantic. He was the sole breadwinner of his family. His parents and relatives liked me a lot. As I was single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marriage proposal during the latter part of that year. (Read Related : The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past) My parents did not approve of our relationship and during the first quarter of 1991, my parents made me quit my job. My dad was a military man and he threatened Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job because of my family. I lost touch with Jun as I kept myself busy with the family business. Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget about him. In the morning of June 2nd 1994, I received a telegram
from his aunt saying that Jun had died the day before.
Shocked, I crumpled the short note and phoned his
aunt for confirmation in a hurry. She told me that
after we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drank
heavily everyday. He neglected his health as well
as his body. Pneumonia caused his sudden death. Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. It even came to a point where I tried to convince myself that he wasn't dead. In January 1995 just before my birthday, Jun visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already dead but it didn't mean that he was leaving me. "I will always be beside you, guarding you." he said.
(Read Related : Relationship SMS) He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by a voice calling his name. "It's time for me to go." he told me. After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I woke up crying. After that incident, I finally began to accept his death. Whenever I'm depressed, I feel his presence beside me. I know that somehow somewhere out there, he's still waiting patiently for me.
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