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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 5002 of real life ghost stories. And I have two

spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from the 20th of November 2025.

And story number one comes from Stacey. Before we begin, I'd like to give a

trigger warning for suicide. My older brother Scott and I, sadly, we were not close growing up.

Then by the time we were adults, we lived half a country apart. In the early days before social media and texting

weren't prominent, we never really bonded as adults either. My children, though, were able to get

to know him and his family during their annual month-long summer visits to my parents.

From the time my son Freddy was born, he and Scott shared a special connection,

kind of like the little brother Scott never had.

As I have learned over the years, they got into plenty of mischief those summers.

Now I wonder if God didn't have a hand in planting Easter eggs

so that I would have a reason to scold my big brother long after he left us.

In summer of 2008, Scott's world got turned upside down when his wife left him.

Despite our efforts to help and not knowing what was fully possible, he took his own life that fall.

It was five days after Freddy's 12th birthday. My daughter was nine and Scott's daughter was eight. We didn't talk to her for another

ten years until Facebook got the kids back into the same world. My parents were never the same.

My oldest brother and I started to appreciate each other more. My own PSA. I understand why people

see that as the only option. But believe it or not,

your family will never be the same. You are loved by someone. Someone will miss you.

Now my story. Scott's first visit wasn't long after he passed. We talked, though I don't

remember what about. I could feel him in my arms when I hugged him.

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