I am a fraternal twin. My twin brother has sadly been gone since 1987. He was hit by a car at age nine and he later died in the hospital. Before he died, he told me that he wasn't going to make it.

Ahhh, the twin connection. So when my family went to see him that night before he passed away, I said my goodbyes. I knew it was the end, and I knew I would never see him again.

After his funeral, he came to see me and told me that he was happy that I went to actually say goodbye to him. He does still come see me once in awhile. At first it was all the time, and it would scare me.

Being nine yrs old, it would freak out anyone to see someone floating over you when you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. He occasionally pokes me to wake me. Just to say hi.

But even though he's been gone for nineteen years, we still have that twin connection. It's always been there, and I have a feeling it always will be.

No one knew he was in the womb with me until twelve minutes after I was born. So in a sense I hid him. He was the surprise package, you can say.

One night he broke his arm, just before our last birthday together, and I was at a friend's house and suddenly my arm starting hurting, and my friend asked me what was wrong and I told her that I thought my twin had just broke his arm. When I got home later that evening, I found out I was right.

Becky

Pittsfield, Massachusetts

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