I ask King’s sister, Ivy, to write this story down as she remembers it:
(Ivy's Memories)
When my brother passed I went to the alter in the chapel of the
hospital. My husband, Bob, went with me. The room was very dim
and had two candles burning. I wrote a note to God asking him to
please let me know if my brother was ok. I placed my note in the
basket. I was hurting, and as I sat there crying I saw a shadow walk
past the alter. I opened my eyes, expecting to see someone and there
was no one there, but the flames from the candles were blowing in the
direction the shadow had walked. I asked my husband if somebody
had just walked through, he said no. Once my eyes were closed again
the shadow was still there. I kept my eyes closed trying to figure it
out. The shadow was now pacing back and forth in front of the alter.
As I kept trying to watch the shadow, I realized it was King. The
shadow was my brother!!! I said, "King?" the shadow stopped
pacing. I said, "King, I just need to know if you’re ok."
There was a flashing of light. I opened my eyes and asked my
husband, "Did you see that?" He said, "What, the candles flickered
a lot which is strange because there’s not any breeze in here." I said,
"It’s King telling me he’s all right." I closed my eyes again only to see
King walk past the alter once more. I tried and tried to see him again,
but did not. It finally occurred to me that he came there to make sure
I would be ok and not to worry about him. King’s passing was the
hardest thing I’ve ever went through, but I found comfort knowing
that he stopped by to see me. I thank God for giving us that one last
moment.
