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She said you died
when we were twins.

My son had memories
that only his Uncle John

could have known.

He takes off running and stops
at this tombstone and says,

this woman died in
a bad car wreck.

You know.

You remember.

The bad men came on
the horses, and we

had to climb onto
the roof to get away.

Then he said, do
you see that man?

That's the man who
shot my uncle John.

Then he said, mom, it's me.

Someone falling
off a roof and dying,

it was just something
I couldn't comprehend.

I just didn't know what to do.

I just couldn't grasp why
she was thinking about death.

I'm just hoping
it's not too late.

Is she remembering
a past life?

My name is Morgan.

My son, Brayden, is seven.

And we live in
Harrisburg, Arkansas.

Harrisburg is just a
small, little town.

There's two restaurants,
five or six churches.

It's old-fashioned,
good community.

I was 17 years old when I
found out I was pregnant

with Brayden, my son.

I was scared, but I had
my family to support me.

My grandma said from the
start, it's going to be a boy.

And I said, well, Grandma,
we don't know that yet.

And she went to every
doctor's appointment with me.

When I was five months
pregnant, they told me

that I was having a girl.

And my grandma was like, nope.

She's having a boy.

And I'm like, OK, Grandma.

Well the next month,
we went, and they

said that it was a boy.

And that's what he was, a boy.

When I got home with
Brayden, he would scream

at the top of his lungs,
crying all the time,

like something was
wrong, which we thought

something was wrong with
Brayden until we took him

to the doctor.

But there was nothing
wrong with him.

It was very emotional for
me because he'd cry with me,

but every time I'd put him in
my grandma's arms he stopped

crying.

My grandmother and Brayden's
connection was just automatic.

They just bonded instantly.

My name is Nancy, and I'm
Brayden's great grandmother.

When Morgan had Brayden, it
made me the happiest person

in the world.

He just stayed with
me all the time.

He didn't want to
go home, and we just

have this special connection.

A couple years later, he
started to have the bad dreams.

My name is Cary, and
I'm Brayden's uncle.

Brayden, he would get to
screaming and hollering

so loud.

It would even to scare me.

And, you know, I'm not the type
of person that you can scare.

Most of the time it
happened at my grandmother's.

We'd wake up and hear a
noise, and it'd be Brayden,

walking around with his eyes
closed but knew where he was

going.

Brayden's sleepwalking
was scary to us

because we didn't know
what was really going on.

He would, like, walk over to
the corner of the living room,

maybe walk into the kitchen.

That's when I would holler
at him, and he would wake up.

The only other person in
our family who would do that

would be his Uncle John.

John was really bad
about walking in his sleep.

If you got woke up at any time
during the night, it was John.

And he was walking around.

When Brayden was little,
someone close to the family

had died.

So we went to the cemetery as
a family to pay our respects.

Brayden had never
been there before.

And he takes off running
across the cemetery and stops

at this tombstone and says,
bless this woman's heart.

Bless her soul.

And I said, son, what
are you talking about?

And he said, this woman
died in a bad car wreck.

And I said, son, how
do you know that?

And he said, Mama, I see
circles around people's grave.

My grandmother is
from Fisher, Arkansas.

And that was her friend,
and she had died, like,

20 years earlier of a car wreck.

And I thought, how does
he know these things?

And then he kept doing it.

He went up to at least
between 10 and 15 graves.

And he'd tell them who was in
the grave and how they died.

I couldn't believe
what happened next.

My name is Brenda.

My daughter's name is Mikayla,
and she's 11 years old.

We live in Newcastle
in Australia.

We have some of the best
beaches in the world.

You get a lot of tourists
there, do a lot of surfing.

It's a city, but it's
like a big country town.

Everyone's really laid
back, and people are

really friendly and easygoing.

It's a great place to live.

I had a really good
pregnancy with Mikayla.

She was my third child,
so it went really fast.

Everybody used to ask, oh,
are you going for the boy?

Because we already
had two girls.

And I was like, no.

I'm quite happy to
have another girl.

And I knew she would be a girl.

I was elated when I
held Mikayla in my arms.

She was really different
to my other daughters.

She was blonde.

And my other daughters
were dark-haired.

She had big, blue eyes.

And she was just
like a little angel.

I thought Mikayla was quite
advanced as a toddler.

She was 8 and 1/2 months
old when she walked,

and she was speaking.

And by the time she was one,
you could have a conversation

with her.

That surprised me.

My name is Robert, and
Mikayla is my daughter.

She was beautiful
when she was born.

All my girls were, but
Mikayla was a little bit

different to the others.

And she did speak a lot
more than the other girls,

and words that at times were
a little astounding to me

that-- well, where
did she hear that,

like words that were unusual
for a kid of her age to come up

with?

Mikayla was a real character.

She used to love to dress up.

She loved big gowns.

And I remember one day we
went to a vintage shop,

and she saw this dress.

And I thought it was hideous.

It was an old dress with
the big puffy sleeves.

And she really wanted to get it.

And it was only $5, so
I bought it for her.

She loved it.

She used to wear it everywhere.

From the age of 2 and 1/2,
Mikayla became very clingy

and didn't want to let
me out of her sight.

She was quite happy to play with
herself if she could hear me

in the house somewhere.

If she couldn't hear me, she
would come looking for me.

There were times when I just
kind of wanted a little room.

And when Rob would come
home, I would say to him, OK,

I'm just going to go out
for a couple of hours.

You stay with the kids.

And she was just, at
her dad, where's mom?

Where's mom gone?

Why isn't she back yet?

When is she coming back?

She became quite emotional.

Mikayla's clinginess did
affect us to a certain degree.

Because, at times, you
know, I, being the father,

I just wanted the girls
to come out with me

and give mom a break.

And it didn't always
happen that way.

If mom left the house,
she would just get upset.

I think it was at that point
that I became a little bit

frustrated with it all.

I just couldn't pinpoint
what was wrong with her.

Also, she started to
want to sleep in my bed

with me, whereas she had slept
in her bed prior to that age.

And because her father
was working away,

I thought, in order to
get a night's sleep,

I will let her sleep in my bed.

Mikayla had these two dolls.

And they went
everywhere with her.

If she was in the bed, the
two dolls were in the bed.

If we went in the car, the
two dolls came in the car.

And they had to
have a seatbelt on.

She had lots of other dolls, but
these two dolls were special.

They were like little
babies for her.

They were her little--

her two little twins.

And she called them her twins.

That was just another
thing I thought, oh, we

don't know any twins.

And I wondered how she
knew what twins were.

I did find that
was a little unusual.

When I was little, I
do remember asking Mom

why I wasn't a twin.

And she said, because
you weren't born a twin.

You were born by yourself.

And I remember her
saying, I always

thought I might have twins,
but I didn't have twins.

I never told Mikayla that I
had any interest in twins.

I didn't even really
remember until Mikayla became

twin-obsessed.

So then things escalated,
and Mikayla's behavior went

from cute to really worrying.

A lot of times, Brayden would
scream at the top of his lungs

when he was a baby, like
something was wrong.

I couldn't get him
to stop crying.

But when grandma held
him, he'd stop crying.

And it made me feel I
wasn't doing the right thing

as a parent.

And Brayden had a
sleepwalking problem.

I couldn't believe
what happened next.

He just ran up to Uncle John's
grave, fell to his knees,

and started crying.

Brayden has never been to
his Uncle John's grave.

So how could he just run
straight to that grave

when there's hundreds?

He ran straight to it.

And was like, this is where
his body is but not his soul,

Mommy.

And he said, I dream
about him every night.

I feel like I'm
him in my dreams.

I said, son, you didn't
even know your Uncle John.

When I told him that, he just
went crazy, hysterical on me.

Yes, I did.

Yes, I did.

I was there.

I was there the
night he got killed.

Nobody had ever, ever
spoke a word of Uncle John,

his death, or
anything to Brayden.

Brayden was not alive when
his Uncle John was killed.

That's what made it so
strange when Brayden started

saying unusual things.

John was killed by a
gunshot wound to the chest.

It took an hour and
a half for the police

to get a hold of my grandmother.

And we had to follow the
AirVac to Memphis, Tennessee.

But before we could get
there, the police stopped us.

And they told us to
turn around and go back

to Jonesboro, Arkansas.

Well, we thought he was going to
be OK, but he was already gone.

I was very close
to my Uncle John.

I loved him with all my heart.

I thought of him
like a father figure.

My grandma was never
right after that.

I didn't know that anybody
could feel so much pain.

And then one
day me and Brayden

we were just sitting
outside talking.

Brayden, he said, Mom.

My other two children
call me Mama.

John called me Mom.

Brayden reached his little
hand up and put it on my jaw.

And he said, Mom, it's me.

John would always put his hands
on my face like that, always.

It was not Brayden's voice.

I broke down.

And then one day
another thing happened.

Brayden said, don't you remember
when I burnt my leg when

I had that motorcycle accident?

I said, Brayden, what
are you talking about?

He said, you don't remember?

Me and you got on the moped
and rode around the block.

When we come around that block,
you didn't make the turn.

You ran into the pine trees.

And I jumped off the back.

Uncle John had a
motorcycle accident

and burned the side of
his leg, not Brayden.

How did he know that?

I don't know.

He will swear up
and down that he

was on the back of that moped.

A week later,
me and my grandma

was lying on the bed with him.

And he fell in between
the bed and the wall.

And I said, oops, you get a
boo-boo now, don't you, son?

And he said, Uncle
John got a boo-boo.

Momma, he was murdered.

He was shot in the back.

He didn't even
know it was coming.

That did not make sense.

They went through trial saying
that he was shot in the front.

The guy that shot him got
off with self-defense.

First of all, it's
just impossible.

Why would Brayden be saying
he was shot in the back?

My daughter,
Mikayla, would become

really stressed and
anxious if I wasn't around.

She also had this peculiar
way of playing with two dolls

and calling them the twins.

At first I thought it was
cute, but after a while

it started to
become an obsession.

It was just like, for god's
sake, get rid of the dolls,

but it just wouldn't happen.

That was only the beginning.

Then another thing happened.

She would just be
happily playing.

And then all of a sudden she
would start to get upset,

and she would start to
become very emotional,

just out of the blue.

And she would start crying.

Nothing had happened.

There was no reason for it.

She would just get
more and more emotional

until she was
hysterically crying.

Clinging on to
me, she would say,

Mommy, Mommy, I don't
want you to die.

I didn't know why
she was saying it.

This started to
happen all the time.

And I would just hug
her and cuddle her,

and I would say, I'm not
going to die, Mikayla.

I'm not going to die.

And I would just
continue to hug her.

And she was just hysterical.

Mikayla wasn't an
attention-seeker,

where she would fake an
injury and start crying,

or fall over and hurt herself
a little bit and cry about it.

She wasn't like that at all.

She was a tough little cookie

When she cried the way
that she did, saying,

Mommy, I don't want you
to die, I became stressed.

I became worried.

How does she know about death?

I just-- I just
couldn't grasp why

she was thinking
about death or why

she was talking about death.

She wasn't exposed to any
violence on TV or anywhere

else.

We hadn't had any deaths in the
family, so I was just confused.

When she said that, I
was a little bit concerned.

I thought, what do you
mean your mother would die?

I found that a
little disturbing.

When she had one
of these episodes,

it went on for at least
45 minutes to an hour

until she was able to let go
of me and go on with her day.

It was heartbreaking to
not know what to say.

And, of course, in the back
of your mind, you're thinking,

god, I hope I don't die.

I hope I don't get some
horrible disease and die.

I don't know why this child is
thinking that I'm going to die,

but all I can do is tell her
that I'm not going to die.

The rest of the day
she would be fine.

After a while, I sort of knew
when it was going to happen.

She would be playing, and you
could almost see her stop.

And it was like you could
see her start to think,

and then she would start crying
and say the same thing again.

Mommy, Mommy, I don't
want you to die.

I didn't really ask
anybody for advice.

I just kind of kept it to
myself because I was concerned.

I really didn't know if Mikayla
had some sort of mental issue.

I thought about
consulting a doctor,

but I decided against
it because she

was such a happy little
girl in every other way,

content, happy, normal child
apart from these episodes that

began to happen.

After one of these
episodes, I decided

to ask her why she thought
I was going to die.

And she told me.

But I was so shocked, I
didn't know what to do next.

Our son, Brayden, had
trouble sleeping at night,

and I was worried
about his sleepwalking.

Then he did something
that really shocked us.

Brayden said that Uncle
John was shot in the back.

And he said, he was murdered.

He was shot in the back.

He didn't even
know it was coming.

I couldn't believe
it, because we

was very cautious about
talking about Uncle John's

death in front of Brayden.

The things he was telling
us and what the police said

and the police report said
was totally different.

During the investigation, they
said that Uncle John was shot

in the chest from the front.

But Brayden said the
guy went towards him

and stuck the gun to
his back and shot him.

How could he possibly know that?

Everybody in my family
would tell me these things.

And I would just laugh
it off until Brayden

comes up and says, Uncle
Cary, do you remember the time

that we had the cooler
full of tadpoles?

I said, I don't remember me
and you getting no tadpoles.

He says, yeah, you do.

Remember?

We set them over by the sink
in the red and white cooler.

I said, Brayden, we
hadn't never done that.

Yes, we have.

You know we have.

You don't remember?

And I got to sitting
and thinking.

And I got it.

That was me and
John that done that.

But he swore up and
down he was there.

But that's one story he
had never had knowledge of.

Things got really
scary when Brayden

started having detailed dreams
about Uncle John's murder.

And I didn't know how to answer
to it, or what to do about it,

or how to react to it.

Brayden said, Mommy, the
night my Uncle John died,

he $5 and some
change in his pocket.

And he had a billfold.

And it had his name on
it in black magic marker.

I didn't even know that
until I asked my grandma.

It was all true.

He said, I can show you the
house Uncle John was killed in.

We went down the road, and
he pointed that house out

to us and everything.

He said, there's the
house, but it was yellow,

which it was.

That's when I
started to think,

could my son be
experiencing a past life?

I believe that John
came back as Brayden.

I know Brayden is my brother
beyond the shadow of a doubt.

There was just too many
things going on that none of us

could understand.

I am Southern Baptist.

I am a firm believer
in Jesus Christ.

They don't teach you about
reincarnation in Sunday school

or in church.

I thought past lives were
crazy until I had my son.

And I know it's not crazy now,
and there is such a thing.

I ask questions to myself.

My grandma did, too.

Is the killer still out there?

He got me wondering if
there is more to this story

than we really know.

My daughter, Mikayla, had
become obsessed with these two

dolls that she called the twins.

She would have anxiety
if she was apart from me

and eventually became convinced
that I was going to die.

One day when Mikayla was three
years old and she was crying,

and clinging, on to me, and
saying the same thing, Mommy,

I don't want you to die, I
just said to her, Mikayla,

why do you think
I'm going to die?

Why?

She stopped crying,
and she looked at me.

And she said, because you
died when we were twins.

And I was totally shocked.

I was like, when we were twins?

When were we twins?

And she said, you know.

You remember, when we were
twins, when we were two twins.

And we lived in a
big, white house.

And the bad men
came on the horses.

And we had to climb onto
the roof to get away.

And you fell off and died.

Don't you remember?

She said, don't you remember?

The first time she mentioned
it to me, it was gut-wrenching.

Thinking of death and someone
falling off a roof and dying,

it was just something
I couldn't comprehend.

And I was seriously starting
to worry about it all.

I wanted to ask her more.

Then I thought, OK, this is the
time to prod a little bit more.

So I said to her, what happened?

She just said the same thing.

The bad men came on the horses.

Then we had to climb on
the roof to hide from them,

and you fell off and died.

I asked her, what did we wear?

And she said, we wore
long, white dresses

with puffy sleeves.

I asked her about
the house, and she

said it had stairs at the
front and a veranda at the top.

And there was something in
the back of the house where

we could get onto the roof.

And we were to get on the
roof if the bad men came.

At that point, all
sorts of things

were going through my mind.

I thought, wow, what
is she talking about?

She's three years old,
only just three years old.

She can't possibly make this up.

I started to wonder, is she
remembering a past life?

I had never really thought
too much about reincarnation.

I thought it was an
interesting subject.

But I'd never had any
reason to look into it

or think about it too much until
Mikayla said what she said.

I am a skeptic to
many things like that.

I never believed in the ghosts
and those sort of things

either.

I never had an opportunity to
even see something like that.

I've heard people have,
but myself, never.

Reincarnation, that's just
something I have no idea about.

I had never really
looked into it.

I wasn't sure if
this was reincarnation.

All I knew was that
I wanted my daughter

to stop being afraid and
scared that I was going to die.

I just didn't know what to do.

My daughter, Mikayla,
believes that her and I

were twins in a past life.

She said that bad men
came on the horses,

that we climbed on the roof,
and I fell to my death.

I really wanted to see if there
was something out there that

matched with Mikayla's memories,
so I began to do some research.

I was thinking maybe this
was like the wild, wild west

that she was talking about.

You know, I was picturing
bad men on horses.

She said the land
was dry, barren.

But when I really started to
think about it a bit more,

I thought maybe she's
talking about Australia.

Mikayla had told me
that, in this life,

we sold things from
the big white house.

And I started to think that
maybe it was a type of inn.

Because Australia is so
big, back in the 1800s,

there was a few of these little
inns where people would stop

over.

And they would stay
overnight, or have

a meal, water the horses,
and things like that.

And I began to think
maybe Mikayla was talking

about something like this.

I kept doing the research.

I couldn't believe
what I found next.

My son, Brayden, had memories
that only his Uncle John could

have known.

Uncle John was murdered
seven years before Brayden

was even born.

At the age of five, Brayden
started having dreams

about what happened the
night of the murder.

I went and got the box
that the police had given

us of John's stuff
the night he died.

I found his clothes.

And when I look at the shirt,
I noticed the front of it.

It was just all blowed it out,
just like explosion, blasted.

I mean, it was just shredded.

And I got to thinking, why is
it shredded like that if he was

shot in the front?

And that's when I
turned the shirt over.

And I got to looking for
the hole and I found it.

It was about as big as my pinky.

And it had-- it looked
like somebody had drawed

a perfect black mark around it.

That's how close the
gun was stuck to him.

If he had been further
back, any at all,

that gun powder would have--

Brayden said that John
was shot in the back.

There's no doubt in my mind.

Brayden knew what he
was talking about.

He was there.

And then something
else happened.

Brayden was with
his aunt at a farm

where this man was working.

Brayden, as soon
as he saw him, he

said, Auntie, Auntie,
Auntie, come here.

And She thought something
was wrong with him.

She said, what is it, Brayden?

What's wrong?

And he got behind her and said,
you see that man over there?

That's the man who shot me.

But the man they arrested wasn't
the man that Brayden described.

Did they arrest
the wrong person?

That's when we were convinced
that the story the authorities

told us was not true.

We started to wonder if we
could get the case reopened.

So we decided to give all of
the information Brayden gave us

to the authorities.

But we haven't had
a response yet.

We all want justice for the
man that lives in our hearts.

But even if we can't
get the case reopened,

I need to find a way to
find peace for my son.

But I just hope
it ain't too late.

We've come to believe that my
7-year-old son was my Uncle

John in his past life.

We couldn't believe it when
the man that Brayden described

as the killer was not the man
that was arrested for my Uncle

John's murder.

It's been a rocky
road for all of us

with Brayden, very emotional.

My name is Brayden,
and I'm seven years old.

I'm in the 2nd grade.

Uncle John died
across from a church

where the high school is.

And he died in yellow house.

I sleepwalk like John.

I act bad like John.

And how I know
this is my dreams.

John can go through me.

I don't feel like him.

But when he goes through
me and stays in me,

I feel like a ghost.

I feel like that John
came back in Brayden

to let me know the
story of what happened

the night of his murder.

We're going to
go to the cemetery

as a memorial to try to get
peace with Uncle John and peace

with Brayden.

And we're going
to go as a family.

I want Brayden to be able
to say goodbye, and let go,

and maybe he could find peace.

That's John's grave.

Right there?

Yes.

You all right, son?

Yeah.

God sent John
back inside of you.

For what reason?

So he can tell me so I can
tell Granny that he loves her

and he misses her.

Just all kind of stuff?

And I thank you so much.

Brayden is the most wonderful
gift that this family has ever

received.

He says he misses
going fishing with you.

He misses spending
time with you.

I miss going fishing
with him, too, Brayden.

I love that boy so
much it ain't funny.

And I live for my family.

I love you, son.

I love you.

Now, Brayden understands
that the past is the past,

and we don't have to
hang on to it anymore.

But he could be a
seven-year-old normal boy.

Patience is a virtue, son.

I believe he's going to
let go of the past life.

That's very comforting for me.

I believe with all
my heart that he's

starting to become Brayden.

Swing it hard and let it go.

My daughter, Mikayla, believes
that her and I were twins

in a past life.

She said that we climbed on the
roof and I fell to my death.

When Mikayla was
a little older, we

went through lots
of different images.

There was a house where she
said, yes, it was very, very

similar to that.

And it was like an inn.

And we went through
some clothing,

and she picked out
a few pictures.

And they were from the 1850s.

And the little girls had like
a very plain, calico-type dress

and the bonnets.

And she said, that's it.

That's what we wore,
that kind of thing.

So I felt like I had
narrowed it down.

I felt like it was
around the 1850s.

And we were getting
close to something.

So I started researching
Australian history

in the 1850s.

I came across bushrangers.

Bushrangers were
Australian outlaws.

They would go around
and rob people.

And some were a bit
like Robin Hood.

But there were also
really bad bushrangers

that didn't care who they
hurt or who they stole from.

I began to think
that bushrangers

could be responsible
for what happened

to us in our past life.

I ended up contacting
a historian.

And I gave him all
the information

from what Mikayla had said.

One of the problems is that so
many of these sort of incidents

happened with bushrangers
in Australia in that era

that there was no documentation.

We might never find out
who we were in that life.

But the more research I do,
the more I believe Mikayla.

I feel like it's OK.

I've come to terms with it.

I know my daughter had
a past life memory.

Basically, after Mikayla
got her memory out and was

able to articulate it in
the best way that she could

as a 3-year-old, things
became a lot better for her.

Once she was able to talk
about it without the tears

and the emotion, it was
a turning point for her.

It was a definite turning point.

Eventually it just
started to fade away.

But I felt a lot more relieved,
and I think her mother did,

too.

Mikayla still has some
residual emotions about it.

She still has that
little bit of fear,

I think, in the back of her mind
that I might go away someday

and not come back.

If she could get
over that hurdle,

I think her life
would be a lot easier.

I want my daughter to live a
good life without this fear.

I just hope it's not too late.

My daughter, Mikayla, remembers
a past life where she and I

were twin sisters.

She told me that bad
men came on horses,

we climbed onto the
roof, and I fell off

and died trying to get away.

The more research I do,
the more I believe Mikayla.

My name is Mikayla,
and I'm 11 years old.

I'm in fifth grade.

And I like doing
athletics, art, and sport.

I remember from my past life
that me and my mom were twins.

And some bad guys came.

Me and my mom climbed
onto the roof.

And my mom fell off
the roof and died.

When my mom goes
away, I don't want her

to because I feel like
she won't come back.

I don't want to feel sad
and scared when she leaves.

I hope this hasn't had an
emotional scar on her later

down the track.

I just want her to
be a normal child.

My hopes for my daughter are
that she just has a great life.

I just want her to
have great experiences

and be able to live her life
without fear, without fear

that she's going to lose
the people that she loves.

I plan on having a
heart-to-heart with Mikayla

and letting her know that
I'm never going to leave her.

Even when I die, I
will be with her again.

She's never going to
lose me, and I'm never

going to lose her.

I've got these little necklaces.

I've got one for me
and one for Mikayla.

It's a symbol of our connection.

I want her to feel
comforted by the necklace.

And when we're apart,
it will remind her

that we're so connected and
she doesn't have to worry.

So I brought you
down here today just

to have a little talk with you.

Because I know that you still
have some fears and worries

that I could die and we might
get separated because of what

happened in your past life.

So I have something
really special

that I want to give you, and
they're very special necklaces.

They're exactly the same,
one for you and one for me.

And so if you're
not with me sometime

and you start to get
worried about it,

I want you to read the
inscription on the necklace.

So the inscription says, mothers
and daughters never truly part,

bound together in
each other's heart.

And that's kind of like us.

It represents you and me,
because we're bound together

in each other's heart.

And we've been in
our lives before.

And we're together
in this life, so I'm

sure that we're going
to be together again.

I love you.

I love you, too.

So how do you feel about that?

Safe.

It makes you feel safe?

Like I said, we have
been together before,

and we will be together
again-- wont we-- always.

When my mom's gone, I
can touch the necklace.

And it will remind
me of me and my mom.

I'm happy my mom is
my mom in this life.

I feel pretty good and relieved.

I think it went really good.

I think that, you know,
something like that

would mean a lot to Mikayla.

And if there's ever a
time when I'm not with her

and she starts to
have that fear,

I hope that she will look at
it and that it will help her.

I think it's a step
forward for Mikayla.

If Mikayla is happy, I'm happy.

So if she can let
go of those fears

and move on with her life,
that makes me feel great.

It's a step forward
for all of us.

What I've learned from this is
that I just believe that there

is life after death.

And I believe that we
have been together before

and we will be together again.

And I'm not afraid
of death anymore.

It doesn't scare me.

Of course, I'm scared that--

you know, I don't want anything
to happen to my children

or anything like that.

But I do believe that
we have a connection,

and we will be together always.

I think we're here to
learn different lessons,

and maybe there's something
I can teach her in this life.

And there's definitely
things I can learn from her

in this life, and I already
have learned so much from her.