Okay, here is my story...
I'm going to preface it with another story, though.
The day that I went to the grade school where I was to register for the fourth grade was the day that the mother of my mom died - my grandmother. She was a tremendous woman and someone with whom I was quite close.
I'm pretty sure that I was nine years old at the time.
Sometime later on during that school year, I complained to my mom that my room was way too bright at night. So, my mom hung heavy curtains on the windows in order to keep out the brightness. It didn't work, my room was still too bright. I have little doubt that it was my grandmother's presence in the room watching over me.
Now, sometime even later, I think when I was ten years old, and I think that it was during that same school year, I awoke in the middle of the night. I looked around my room. There was a being of light, I would like to say an angel, or perhaps it was my grandmother(?), kneeling on both knees in a corner of my room and praying. It was very bright white light, but the outline was very clear that it was some sort of being that had a human shape. I'm leaning more to it being an angel, though, because if it had been my grandmother, I think that I would have known and felt that it was her.
The next year, when I was in the fifth grade, my mom's sister died. I remember my mother saying when she had gone to visit her sister in the hospital before her sister died, that both of them could clearly feel the presence of their mother in the hospital room.
That's really all that I remember...